Cultivation of immortality begins with an eighty-year-old eunuch.

"Um?"

Master Xuan Gu suddenly turned around, and the ghostly fire in his eye sockets instantly surged!

"This is……"

"A spatial rift! The barrier actually cracked on its own!" Old Woman Qiandu exclaimed in surprise, almost dropping her cane.

"No! This didn't split open on its own! There's an extremely hidden power here that's holding the spatial fragments still!" The masked scholar's eyes sharpened as he stared intently at the crack, his mask showing a shocked expression.

"Whatever power it may be! This is fate! Heaven is helping me!"

The armored zombie king could no longer suppress its greed. With a roar, it unleashed a dense black zombie aura and plunged headfirst into the newly appeared crevice without hesitation!

"Ironclad Old Ghost! Don't even think about gaining the upper hand!"

Seeing this, Master Xuangu was afraid that the treasure inside would be stolen. He shouted and transformed into a green streak of light, rushing in after him!

The Thousand Poison Old Woman and the Ghost-Faced Scholar exchanged a glance. Although a hint of doubt flashed through their minds, their reason was ultimately overwhelmed by greed in the face of the immense temptation of the so-called "treasure" and "exit".

"Walk!"

The two of them simultaneously transformed into afterimages and rushed into the barrier.

The four old monsters, who were half-step into the Void Refinement stage, stepped into the "death passage" that Chen Fan had carefully laid out for them without any precautions.

Inside the barrier, the hissing sound of spatial turbulence was deafening.

The armored zombie king rushed to the front, and as soon as he entered, he felt a terrifying pulling force from all around that was enough to tear steel apart.

Just when he thought he was about to be torn apart.

"Certainly!"

Inside the golden bowl, Chen Fan sat cross-legged, his left hand gripping the hilt of Eleven's sword tightly, veins bulging on his forehead, pushing his meditative state to its limit!

Invisible ripples of artistic conception spread precisely from the edge of the golden bowl to the front of the armored zombie king.

"Whoosh!"

Before the armored zombie king, three rapidly slicing fragments of space suddenly stopped in mid-air as if they had been frozen in place, and even their trajectories were slightly deviated!

The armored zombie king was overjoyed, thinking that he had incredible luck. He quickly took a step forward and stepped onto a safe node.

"Keep up!"

Master Xuangu and the others also discovered this pattern: whenever there was turbulence ahead, it would inexplicably stop for a moment, just enough time for them to pass!

"This barrier is indeed in a weakening phase! Even the laws of space are unstable!" the Thousand Poison Old Woman exclaimed excitedly.

Only the eyes beneath the mask of the ghost-faced scholar flickered uncertainly.

He always felt there was something eerie about the whole thing, as if there were a pair of eyes in the darkness, silently guiding them.

But he didn't say it out loud.

Since someone is willing to be his guide, he is happy to accept it.

Inside the golden bowl.

Chen Fan's face grew paler and paler, and sweat dripped down like beads from a broken string.

This is not about freezing one or two Nascent Soul cultivators, but about continuously and forcibly freezing the fragments of laws in the raging spatial turbulence, while simultaneously controlling the advance rhythm of four half-step Void Refinement old monsters!

The mental and emotional strain this puts on one's mind and spirit is terrifying!

"Hold on... As long as we get them in, this game is over!"

Chen Fan clenched his teeth tightly, his nails digging deep into his palms.

One hundred zhang...

Fifty feet...

Ten zhang...

In the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, under Chen Fan's extremely precise "escort," the four half-step Void Refinement old monsters actually passed through this death barrier, which even the Fire Source True Body was helpless against, without any major incident!

"call!"

As he took the final step across the barrier and onto the solid black stone ground, the Ironclad Corpse King exhaled a long breath.

"They're in! They're finally in!"

The four old monsters looked at the ruins filled with ancient chaotic spiritual energy, feeling the concentration of spiritual power far exceeding that of the outside world, and their eyes burst with undisguised fanaticism!

"Such rich spiritual energy! There must be some amazing creation hidden here!" Master Xuangu took a deep breath greedily.

Just then, all four of them simultaneously scanned the deepest part of the ruins with their divine senses.

There stood a towering, dark red altar.

On the altar, there was an extremely weak figure, yet it exuded an aura that made their very souls tremble!

"That is..."

In that instant, the pupils of the four old monsters simultaneously shrank to the size of pinpoints!

Pure power of the laws!

It surpassed the Nascent Soul stage and the half-step Void Refinement stage; it was the true aura of the Void Refinement realm!

"A Void Refinement Grandmaster?" Old Woman Qiandu screamed, her voice filled with uncontrollable fear.

But the next second, the masked scholar's voice rang out, filled with barely suppressed excitement and madness: "No! Look closely! He's nailed to the altar! His aura is extremely weak, weaker than even a Nascent Soul cultivator at the Great Perfection stage! He's seriously injured!"

Upon hearing this, the expressions of the other three old monsters instantly changed.

Fear transformed into indescribable greed!

A powerful cultivator at the Void Refinement stage, critically injured and on the verge of death, was pinned to the altar!

This is a living treasure trove of flesh and blood, a being who has mastered the laws of heaven and earth! If one could drink his blood, eat his flesh, extract his soul, and comprehend the fragments of the laws within him…

Breaking through to the Void Refinement realm will no longer be a dream!

"Hahaha! Heaven is helping me! Heaven is helping me!" The armored corpse king laughed wildly, his corpse aura soaring into the sky like a black tornado, and he strode wildly toward the altar!

"Grab it! Whoever grabs it first keeps it!"

The three old monsters—Master Xuan Gu, the Old Woman of a Thousand Poisons, and the Ghost-Faced Scholar—who were usually scheming against each other, completely abandoned all their reserve and caution at this moment. They transformed into three streaks of light and rushed towards the altar!

at the same time.

Deep within the ruins, atop a dark red altar.

The Fire Source True Form, who was closing his eyes to heal his wounds and trying to resist the suction of the Zhenyuan Nail, suddenly stiffened!

His withered eyelids suddenly opened, and the eerie green will-o'-the-wisp in his deep-set eye sockets began to flicker violently, almost dissipating due to extreme shock!

"Four at the half-step Void Refinement stage?"

The voice of the Fire Source itself was filled with unprecedented horror and disbelief.

He turned his head sharply and stared intently at the direction of the spatial barrier.

He clearly sensed four incredibly powerful auras, filled with killing intent and greed. Just like four hungry wolves, they were charging towards his location without any regard for anything else!

"How is this possible! How is this possible!"

The Fire Source itself was nearly driven mad; its chapped lips trembled violently as it let out a hysterical roar.

"That spatial turbulence barrier—without someone who has mastered the essence of space to guide me, even I, in my prime, wouldn't dare to force my way through! How did these four idiots, who haven't even scratched the surface of the laws of space, manage to walk in unscathed?"

This question lingered in his mind for less than half a breath.

The next moment, a chilling thought, like a venomous snake, bit into his heart!