Fantasy: I'm in a discarded alchemy room, but I can turn trash into treasure!

As the green light of the teleportation array dissipated, the moment Qin Mo landed, his mouth was filled with scalding hot air.

The water droplets that had seeped from the stone walls of the No. 18 Pavilion in Candan Valley had all evaporated, leaving behind white salt stains.

A muffled rumble came from overhead, dust fell in clumps, and the entire underground trembled.

Shen Ruoyan landed and looked up at the stone chamber's dome; her expression changed drastically.

"The temperature is wrong; it's even hotter than it felt from outside. I'm afraid the formation won't last much longer."

Qin Mo didn't answer, and ran towards the upper passage with the broken ancient sword in his hand.

After climbing less than thirty stone steps, the heat wave felt like knives cutting into my skin.

When I pushed open the iron gate of Pavilion No. 18, a beam of blazing white light shot straight into my face, so hot that I couldn't open my eyes.

The sky outside no longer looks like the sky.

The massive Azure Dragon Seal, hundreds of feet in size, pressed down heavily overhead. The eerie blue flames surging on the inner wall of the seal had already burned through most of the protective mountain shield, and tongues of fire pouring down from the gaps spread all over the mountainside.

The roofs of several alchemy rooms had collapsed, and black smoke, along with sparks, was shooting upwards.

The azure light membrane of the Enchanting Array was as thin as a sheet of paper, and the runes were fading away one by one.

Shen Ruoyan emerged from behind him and her knees buckled at the sight.

"How did you get back?"

Her lips trembled slightly, and she turned to look at Qin Mo.

Just as Qin Mo was about to speak, Shen Ruoyan interrupted him.

"It's the work of Senior Pill King... This teleportation array can penetrate the Azure Dragon Seal's blockade; no one but that senior could do that."

Qin Mo's lips twitched, but he didn't correct her.

He lifted his foot and ran towards the mountaintop.

Candan Valley is located at the foot of the back mountain, and it's still a three-mile mountain road to the mountaintop square.

As Qin Mo passed through the outer dormitory area, he paused for a moment.

Several charred human figures lay on the roadside steps, still in the posture of running, their clothes burned to ash and stuck to their flesh.

Shen Ruoyan turned her face away.

"Walk."

Qin Mo gritted his teeth and spat out a single word, continuing to surge upwards.

The higher you go, the higher the temperature gets.

When he passed through the last stone archway, the square in front of the Hehuan Hall was in full view.

A huge array floated in the center of the square, its blue light flickering faintly.

Jiang Yurou and Xu Qingqing, along with more than a dozen Foundation Establishment Realm senior sisters, stood at the array's core on the outer edge of the array diagram. Their faces were all pale, and their robes were soaked with sweat and clung to their bodies.

Some people were already trembling, their knees were bending, and they had to rely on the people next to them to support each other to avoid falling.

The disciples at the Qi Refining stage are no longer visible; they must have all been moved into the secret realm.

At the center of the array, Bai Chenshuang knelt on both knees, her ten fingers pressed firmly on the array plate, two lines of blood flowing from her nostrils to her chin.

She seemed completely drained of energy, but she gritted her teeth and refused to let go.

Gu Yingxue stood three steps behind Bai Chenshuang, with Houyi's Sunset Bow held horizontally in front of her knees. The array patterns on the bow had mostly darkened.

The old wound on her hand had not yet healed, and blood smeared half of her arm.

Su Qingyi stood at the edge of the square, leaning on her sword, a trickle of blood at the corner of her mouth, her left hand covering her ribs, her breathing rapid as if she were working a bellows.

Qin Mo glanced around, his heart sinking.

On nine warships.

Cang Wuji closed his folding fan, tapped his palm, and the smile line at the corner of his mouth deepened.

"metropolitan."

The elder beside him clasped his hands in a fist salute, saying, "The light shield can only last for another incense stick at most."

"No rush."

Cang Wuji's voice was relaxed, as if he were sipping tea and chatting, "Let the fire burn a little longer. Their cries and screams are more beautiful than any celestial music."

He glanced back at Cang Wuyue on the stretcher.

Cang Wuyue stared at the burning Cloud Rain Mountain below, a breath stuck in her throat, unable to come up or down.

The screams of agony echoed up the mountain through the cracks.

She clearly heard people shouting "Help!", some crying, and some unable to even cry.

"Uncle."

Her voice was hoarse and she was almost losing it. "Enough, stop killing."

Cang Wuji turned to look at her, as if she were a child who didn't know any better.

"Avenging you is not enough, is it?"

Cang Wuyue felt her blood run cold.

She only truly saw what lay hidden beneath that gentle face today.

Cang Wuji no longer looked at her.

He looked back at the mountain, twirling the fan ribs in his palm.

"The ten spots at the conference are well worth it."

On the square.

Another piece of the light shield shattered.

A wisp of eerie blue flame pierced through the crack overhead and landed on a stone pillar at the corner of the plaza, instantly melting half of the pillar.

As the heatwave swept over, the formations of several Foundation Establishment stage senior sisters collapsed, and they fell backward, smoke billowing from their mouths and noses.

Xu Qingqing scrambled to drag the person away, then turned back to shout to Bai Chenshuang, "Sect Master! The spirit stones are all burned!"

Bai Chenshuang did not respond.

Her ten fingers were embedded in the grooves of the array plate, and blood was seeping out from between her fingers.

Gu Yingxue raised her head and looked at the Azure Dragon Seal in the sky, which was pressing down lower and lower, her eyes red.

"I can't hold on any longer."

Her voice was so hoarse that it was almost unrecognizable.

Bai Chenshuang finally managed to squeeze out a sentence through gritted teeth: "Yingxue, the earth's veins."

Gu Yingxue's body stiffened.

"A century-old spiritual vein exploded, turning everything within a thirty-mile radius to ashes."

Bai Chenshuang's voice was so flat that no emotion could be detected, "Their warships are within this range, so Cang Jiuyou can't escape either."

"metropolitan!"

Su Qingyi rushed forward, crying, "There are still hundreds of lives on the mountain!"

"We can't send out our voices, reinforcements can't come, the spirit stones are all burned up, and the formation can only hold on for another incense stick's time."

Bai Chenshuang didn't turn around. "After an incense stick's time, the Xuanhuo will pour in, and none of them will survive."

"That would drag everyone down with them!"

Su Qingyi's throat was hoarse.

Bai Chenshuang did not answer.

Gu Yingxue closed her eyes.

When she opened her eyes again, the struggle in them had been suppressed by something heavier.

She stood up.

With his left hand, he took a jade plate from his waist. The plate was covered with dense runes, and a milky white bead was embedded in the center.

That is the core magical artifact connecting the Yunyu Mountain's geomantic network.

"You want to destroy my Cloud Rain Palace."

Gu Yingxue raised her right hand, bit her tongue, and spat a mouthful of blood onto the bead in the center of the jade plate.

The bead suddenly emitted a blood-red light, and the ground beneath its feet began to tremble violently.

"Then let's bury us here together."

A deep dragon's roar came from the depths of the earth, and the entire Cloud Rain Mountain shook from its foot to its peak.

The stone slabs in the square cracked open, and scalding spiritual energy gushed out from the cracks in the ground.

On the mountaintop.

Qin Mo felt as if his heart was being squeezed by a hand.

He recognized the jade plate.

Gu Yingxue once mentioned that it was the ultimate method to detonate the spiritual veins, a method of mutual destruction left behind when the sect was founded.

Once the spiritual vein is detonated, everything within a radius of thirty miles, friend or foe, will be reduced to dust.

"No!"

Qin Mo let out a roar, his blood and qi exploded from his feet, and he charged toward the center of the square.

"It has a weakness! The position where Cang Jiuyou is sitting is the weak point of that formation! One arrow from Hou Yi's bow will be enough!"

Gu Yingxue paused in her movements.

Bloodshot eyes followed the sound and landed on the figure that flew from the end of the stone steps.

The blood-red light on the jade plate continued to spread, and the tremors beneath my feet grew stronger with each passing wave.