I gain ten years' worth of cultivation every day, and even geniuses will only see my doorstep!

Jian Wufeng stepped forward and said loudly, "Gentlemen, waiting like this is not a solution. Why don't we join forces and kill this beast first? As for who gets the token, we can decide that later based on our own abilities."

Everyone looked at each other.

Liu Ruoxi of the Wanfa Sect was the first to respond.

"I agree."

The white-haired elder from the Xuantian Sect pondered for a moment and then nodded.

Among the independent cultivators, a few expressed their agreement.

Jian Wufeng looked at Qin Yuan.

"And you?"

Qin Yuan said calmly, "Okay."

Jian Wufeng's lips curled up.

"Alright! Let's join forces then!"

He drew his sword, and a sharp sword aura shot into the sky!

The others also unleashed their magical weapons!

An ambush has begun!

Sensing danger, the Ice-Fire Dragon roared to the sky, its body surging with ice and fire power!

But it was besieged by dozens of Void Refinement stage cultivators!

With a single strike, Jian Wufeng left a deep, bone-revealing wound on its body!

The white-haired old man struck out with his palm, causing it to retreat repeatedly!

Liu Ruoxi's flying sword transformed into countless sword shadows, frantically slicing through its body!

Qin Yuan did not rush to make a move.

He is waiting.

Waiting for an opportunity.

Although the Ice-Fire Dragon was powerful, it gradually lost ground when faced with the combined attack of dozens of people. Its wounds multiplied, and its breathing became erratic.

But it is, after all, a being that has only one foot in the path of enlightenment.

Just as it was about to be defeated, it suddenly roared to the sky, and the power of ice and fire around its body burned wildly!

Then, it suddenly unleashed a huge beam of light that swept across the entire area!

Everyone quickly scattered!

Wherever the beam of light passed, everything turned to ashes!

Three rogue cultivators who couldn't dodge in time were instantly engulfed by the pillar of light, their bodies and souls annihilated!

Just as the pillar of light dissipated—

The Ice and Fire Dragon's aura suddenly weakened!

The period of weakness has arrived!

"Now!"

With a sharp shout, Jian Wufeng transformed into a beam of sword light and shot straight towards the center of the altar!

The white-haired old man also moved!

Liu Ruoxi moved too!

Countless figures rushed toward the token at the same time!

But at that moment—

A streak of gray light arrived first, rushing towards the token before everyone else!

It's Qin Yuan!

He burned through fifty years of cultivation, pushing his speed to its limit!

He reached out and grabbed the token!

The moment the token was in hand, a torrent of information flooded into my mind—

The sixth fragment of the War God's Token has been successfully bound to a new owner!

"court death!"

Jian Wufeng slashed down with his sword!

Qin Yuan spun around swiftly, narrowly avoiding the sword strike!

The white-haired old man struck with his palm!

Qin Yuan grunted as he was struck by the palm strike and sent flying backward!

He slammed heavily against the edge of the altar, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

But he still held the token tightly in his hand.

"Hand over the token!"

Jian Wufeng stood holding his sword, his eyes cold.

The white-haired old man stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze deep and thoughtful.

Liu Ruoxi stood to the side, her expression complex.

The other survivors also gathered around, staring intently at Qin Yuan.

The atmosphere was tense, ready to erupt at any moment.

Qin Yuan slowly stood up and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

He looked at the people in front of him and suddenly smiled.

The smile was faint, yet it sent a chill down everyone's spine.

"Want a token?"

He said.

"Then come and get it."

He raised his hand, and five fragments of the War God's Token flew out simultaneously, slowly rotating in front of him.

Five!

With this newly acquired fragment, he now possesses five War God Token fragments!

Everyone's expression changed.

Five War God Tokens were enough to activate the illusory Nine Heavens Palace. Under that oppressive aura, no one present could withstand it!

Jian Wufeng's face turned ashen.

"you--!"

Qin Yuan ignored him.

He looked at the newly acquired token, and a thought struck him.

The token suddenly glowed and resonated with the other four.

The five tokens slowly merged, forming a more complete formation.

At the center of the formation, a hazy gray light shot into the sky!

The phantom of the Nine Heavens Palace reappeared!

Although it was just a phantom, and even more blurry than last time, the ancient pressure was still enough to crush everything!

Everyone turned pale and retreated frantically!

Even Jian Wufeng couldn't help but take several steps back!

"stop!"

The white-haired old man said urgently, "Qin Yuan, let's talk this out! The token issue can be discussed!"

Qin Yuan looked at him.

"discuss?"

The white-haired old man took a deep breath, suppressing the fear in his heart.

"You already have five tokens, making you the biggest winner. We can't compete with you. But there are even greater opportunities in the core of the ninth level. If you're willing, we can explore together. You'll get the lion's share of the spoils."

Qin Yuan remained silent for a moment.

"Go on."

The white-haired elder said, "The true core of the Ice and Fire Temple is not this token, but the legacy of that ancient powerful being. The token is merely a key; the true treasure lies deeper within."

He pointed to the center of the altar.

After the token was taken away, a dark hole appeared.

The cave entrance was deep and dark, and no one knew where it led.

"That's the entrance to the core. But to enter the core, at least five people need to work together, each guarding one of the five elemental directions. We have the Heavenly Sword Sect, the Myriad Laws Sect, and the Profound Heaven Sect here, plus you, making it five people."

He looked at Qin Yuan.

What do you think?

Qin Yuan pondered.

The old man with white hair didn't seem to be lying.

Moreover, he is currently in poor condition, having continuously burned his cultivation, and his spiritual energy is almost depleted. If he were to fight to the death with everyone present, even with five tokens in hand, he might not be able to escape unscathed.

"it is good."

He put away the token and said calmly.

"I agree."

Jian Wufeng snorted coldly, but did not object.

Liu Ruoxi breathed a sigh of relief and nodded, saying, "Then it's settled."

The five people arrived at the entrance of the cave.

The white-haired old man said, "Once inside, each of you must rely on your own abilities. But there's one rule—no sneak attacks from behind. Otherwise, we'll all kill you."

Everyone nodded.

The white-haired old man took a deep breath and stepped into the cave first.

Jian Wufeng followed closely behind.

Liu Ruoxi glanced at Qin Yuan and whispered, "Be careful."

Then I stepped into the cave.

Qin Yuan took one last look at the unwilling rogue cultivators around the altar, then turned and stepped into the cave.

It was pitch black.

When the light returned, Qin Yuan found himself standing in a vast palace.

In the center of the palace stood a skeleton hundreds of feet tall.

The skeleton sat cross-legged, and although it had been dead for ten thousand years, it still exuded a chilling aura.

The remains of ancient powerful beings.

Three things floated in front of the skeleton.

A token—the seventh fragment of the War God's Token.

A sword—entirely black, its blade covered in cracks, yet faintly revealing a sharpness capable of cleaving through heaven and earth.

A book—the cover of which bears four ancient seal characters: "The Classic of Ice and Fire".

The white-haired old man, Jian Wufeng, Liu Ruoxi, and another rogue cultivator also stood in the palace, their eyes fixed intently on the three items.

No one moved.

Whoever makes the first move will become the target of everyone's criticism.

silence.

A long silence.

Finally, the white-haired old man spoke.

"How should we divide these three items among the five of us?"

Jian Wufeng coldly replied, "Each relies on their own ability."

The white-haired old man shook his head.

"No. If we engage in a chaotic battle, both sides will only suffer heavy losses."

He looked at Qin Yuan.