Lack of talent? I'll buy a year's worth of cultivation for one dollar!

His figure flashed.

Su Yu walked out of the dried-up underground cave and re-entered the dark mist of the Water Mansion.

……

Cangming Water Palace.

Dark Current Canyon.

The somber laws of the water system condense into tangible droplets of mist here, exuding a chilling cold.

A five-person team is advancing slowly through the canyon.

Xuanhuang Dao Court, Tianfeng Army.

Leading the group was a middle-aged military officer clad in heavy armor, at the peak of the Boundless Realm.

Lin Xiao.

He held a low-grade Xuan-level array plate, sealing off the spatial dimensions within a radius of ten zhang without any leaks.

The four members, all at the early stage of the Boundless Realm, stood at the four corners.

The formation was tight.

There wasn't a single flaw.

"Hold on tight."

Lin Xiao's voice was low, revealing a calm composure honed by countless battles.

"There are spatial rifts in this canyon, and divine sense cannot penetrate very far."

"Don't be greedy for credit. If you discover something extraordinary, set up an array before taking it."

The team members nodded slightly.

No one speaks.

In this ancient, perilous water palace, any extra sound could lead to death.

They walked very slowly.

Every step was meticulously calculated.

Just then.

A very slight breeze swept past the edge of the formation.

It did not trigger any warning from the array.

It did not cause any ripples in the laws of nature.

It's like a wisp of air that naturally arises from the depths of a water palace.

Lin Xiao frowned slightly.

His intuition, honed at the peak of the Boundless Realm, made him sense a subtle sense of unease.

He stopped in his tracks.

His gaze swept across the surroundings like that of a hawk.

There was nothing there.

But instinctively, he reached for his waist, preparing to take out a detection talisman.

My hand reached for nothing.

Lin Xiao's movements suddenly froze.

He lowered his head.

He looked down at his waist.

There, a storage bag that emitted a dark golden glow originally hung.

just now.

Gone.

Empty.

Lin Xiao's pupils suddenly contracted to the size of a pinhead.

The face that had remained unmoved through countless life-and-death experiences instantly lost all color.

Pale white.

"Where's my...storage bag?"

Lin Xiao's voice trembled slightly, a rare occurrence.

He turned his head sharply and looked at the four team members behind him.

Seeing their captain's unusual behavior, the four team members all lowered their heads.

next interest.

All four faces turned deathly pale.

"team leader……"

One of the team members swallowed hard, his eyes filled with undisguised terror.

"Mine is gone too."

"Mine's gone too!"

Five immeasurable realm great beings.

With all formations activated and everyone on high alert.

The storage bag was stolen without anyone noticing.

They didn't even see a shadow of the other party.

They didn't even detect the slightest fluctuation of the laws.

How is that possible?

You must know that a storage bag is a cultivator's lifeline!

Inside were Primordial Origin Stones, life-saving pills, spare artifacts, and even inherited cultivation techniques that they had accumulated over countless eras!

All my assets!

just now.

It's gone.

What's the point of playing with eggs?

What's the point of risking your life to enter this Cangming Water Palace?

Lin Xiao stood there, feeling a chill run through his body.

He didn't roar.

There was no hysterical, indiscriminate bombing.

His calm demeanor allowed him to forcefully suppress the urge to collapse his Dao heart.

"withdraw."

Lin Xiao gritted his teeth and squeezed out a single word.

"Leave the Water Palace immediately!"

No supplies, no Originium.

Staying here is tantamount to waiting to die.

Even if you're unwilling, you can only accept your fate.

If the other party can take the storage bag silently, they can also twist off their heads silently.

This is an unimaginably terrifying being.

Half an hour later.

A karst cave located tens of thousands of miles away from the Dark Stream Canyon.

A group of demon lords from the Myriad Spirits Demon Abyss.

Three mid-stage Boundless Realm cultivators were surrounding a spiritual herb that exuded the essence of water, preparing to pick it.

A gentle breeze swept by.

The three demon lords were all taken aback.

Bow down.

Storage bags are gone.

"Who?!"

The leading demon lord's face was ashen, and he growled in a low voice, suppressing his anger.

But the only response he received was the sound of water dripping inside the cave.

Above the cave.

A dead corner shrouded in dimensional shadows.

Su Yu, dressed in a plain robe, sat calmly on the stalactite.

Slightly rotate your wrist.

He tossed eight storage bags in his palm.

Divine thought erases the mark.

inventory.

"Three hundred thousand Origin Stones."

A satisfied glint flashed in Su Yu's deep eyes.

This deal is a good one.

It's much better than fighting to the death.

There's no need to kill.

Once action is taken, the fluctuations from the collision of laws will travel far and wide, easily attracting the attention of other old monsters.

Moreover, killing requires physical exertion and physical effort.

Too troublesome.

It's better to just take it.

With his physical body at the peak of the Cave Heaven Realm, plus the Divine Realm's "Myriad Phenomena Return to Emptiness Technique" and the Dao-level top-grade "Formless Calamity Light Escape," he was able to achieve his goal.

His ability to navigate through the microscopic dimension has reached an unbelievable level.

The perception of the Boundless Realm was utterly useless before him.

They come and go like the wind.

Robbing money will not cause death.

Su Yu transferred the source stones into his storage space and casually crushed the empty bag into nothingness.

Stand up.

She straightened the simple hem of her clothes.

"continue."

He flashed and disappeared back into the dark mist.

at the same time.

The other end of the Azure Netherworld Water Palace.

Black Basalt Forest.

This is a labyrinth made of incredibly hard black ebony.

The air was thick with a suffocating sense of oppression.

boom!

A dark golden figure, like a kite with a broken string, crashed heavily onto a huge black stone pillar.

The stone pillar is covered with cracks.

Zhao Wuji slid to the ground, spitting out mouthfuls of blood mixed with pieces of internal organs.

He was already seriously injured and had not yet recovered.

At this moment, he didn't even have the strength to stand up.

"General!"

Qin Lengyue flashed and stood in front of Zhao Wuji.

Her dark gold armor was now covered in scratches.

A trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

She gripped the long sword tightly, her narrow phoenix eyes revealing an unyielding and arrogant spirit.

but.

The hand holding the sword was trembling slightly, though he couldn't stop it.

It's not because of fear.

Rather, it is because of the instinctive suppression of life dimensions brought about by the difference in realms.

In front.

The gray fog dissipated.

A tall, imposing figure, like an insurmountable demonic mountain, walked over calmly.

The Jiuli Witchcraft Tribe.

A Great Witch at the early stage of the Heavenly Transformation Realm.

The war in Ukraine.

He is Wu Meng's older brother.

On his bronze skin, the totem patterns were no longer simply blood-red, but rather had a deep, dark gold hue.

The Realm of Evolution.

It evolves into the Way of Heaven, forming its own realm.

He simply walked there, and the surrounding spatial dimensions spontaneously submitted to and distorted to him.

He thus created a Heavenly Dao Realm that belonged exclusively to him.

Qin Lengyue, who was at the Guixu Realm, found it extremely difficult to even mobilize a trace of the laws within this domain.

gap.

It is like an insurmountable barrier.

The war in Ukraine has come to a halt.

Looking down at Qin Lengyue and Zhao Wuji.

His eyes were cold and indifferent, as if he were looking at two ants that he could crush with a flick of his wrist.

"Wumeng is dead."

Wu Zhan's voice was calm and low.

But it resounded like muffled thunder deep within Qin Lengyue's true spirit.

"Before the lamp of life went out, it transmitted the last traces of cause and effect."

"It's right here in this water palace."

Wu Zhan looked at Zhao Wuji.

"It's him, isn't it?"

There was no angry roar.

There is only one certainty: a death sentence.

Zhao Wuji coughed up a mouthful of blood and gave a bitter laugh.

"So what if it is?"

"Each serves their own master, and life and death are left to fate."

Wu Zhan nodded slightly.

"That's right."

"So, you can all die too."

He raised his right hand.

The totem energy and blood of the Evolutionary Heaven Realm condensed in his palm.

No magical artifacts were used.

It's completely unnecessary to deal with a heavily injured Boundless Realm cultivator and a Void Realm cultivator.