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

Sikong Ji's pupils constricted in the distance.

Cang Wuyue looked up at Qin Mo, her fingers gripping the hilt of the knife, the wound on her palm bleeding again.

Qin Mo wiped the blood from his mouth and looked up in the direction from which the divine sense was coming.

"If you want me to bow down, you'd better come down here yourself."

As soon as he finished speaking, his knees remained suspended above the stone steps, never falling.

The divine thought was suppressed once again.

The entire road to heaven suddenly sank.

Qin Mo's body was pressed into the shattered stone steps, and the five elements of qi and blood circulated rapidly within his body. At the same time, the Qiankun Transformation Furnace also lit up.

But his head remained raised.

The pressure on him intensified once more.

The entire path to heaven collapsed several feet downwards.

The stone slabs shattered layer by layer, and the rubble was ground into powder, scattering along the ground in all directions.

Qin Mo's legs had already sunk into the stone steps.

Below the knees, everything was buried in rubble.

The divine thoughts of the Nascent Soul cultivator were still drilling into his soul, trying to crush his sea of ​​consciousness.

The Qiankun Transformation Furnace immediately began to rotate.

Five-colored light patterns emerged from the furnace opening, swallowing the divine thoughts that rushed into the body.

At first, the force could still ram against the furnace wall, but after a few breaths, it stopped moving.

But the external pressure is still terrifyingly strong.

Qin Mo's clothes on his shoulders were torn, and the five-colored patterns under his skin kept lighting up.

He pushed his Five Elements Golden Body to its limit, causing his bones to crackle loudly.

He didn't kneel.

He didn't bend down.

The five Xiao clan cultivators in the distance were already lying on the ground.

They were so overwhelmed by the lingering pressure that their faces were pressed against the stone steps, and they couldn't even lift a finger.

One of them turned his head with difficulty.

When he saw Qin Mo still standing there, he swallowed a few times but couldn't utter a single word.

Sikong Ji knelt on one knee behind him, with the Purple Lightning Longbow supporting him on the ground.

The veins on the back of her hand bulged, and the lightning on her bow arm was constantly being suppressed.

Cang Wuyue's situation is even worse.

She had just woken up from the dream well, and her dantian had not yet recovered.

At this moment, he was protecting Luo Xiaoman, blood was seeping from the corner of his mouth, and his knees were sinking little by little.

But the force Qin Mo endured was greater than all of their combined.

Because Xiao Xuance's divine sense only locked onto him.

A low shout suddenly came from outside the core entrance of the Ancient Ruins.

The sound pierced through multiple layers of restrictions and landed directly on the path to heaven.

"Xiao Xuance, withdraw your divine sense."

As the sect leader of the Xuantian Immortal Sect spoke, the ancient runes above the entrance lit up simultaneously.

Crimson chains stretched out from the void and wrapped around Xiao Xuance's divine sense.

With each tightening of the chains, the pressure on Qin Mo lessened.

Qin Mo immediately activated the Qiankun Transformation Furnace.

The divine thoughts that hadn't had time to withdraw were all swallowed up by the furnace opening, turning into a mass of unclaimed pure soul power.

A muffled groan came from the core entrance.

Xiao Xuance clearly suffered a loss.

But the next moment, an even stronger divine sense pressed down.

"A Foundation Establishment cultivator dares to kill someone from my Xiao family?"

Xiao Xuance did not stop.

He didn't believe Qin Mo could hold on.

Another loud noise came from below the stone steps.

The ground around Qin Mo, which was more than ten feet wide, collapsed, and several broken stone pillars were pressed into the ground, with only half of them sticking out.

Qin Mo felt a sinking feeling in his chest, and the taste of blood welled up in his throat.

His upper body swayed slightly.

Sikong Ji's fingers immediately gripped the bowstring, but just as she was about to raise the bow, Qin Mo waved his hand behind her.

Now, whoever gets close will be suppressed by the divine thoughts of the Nascent Soul cultivator.

Qin Mo exerted force with his feet, and the five elements of qi and blood rushed into the ground through his legs.

The five elements—metal, wood, water, fire, and earth—circulate within the bones.

The cracked skin, which had just begun to bleed, was immediately sealed back up by the Five Elements Golden Body.

The Qiankun Transformation Furnace is also consuming.

It consumes as much pressure as it can from the outside.

The remaining force fell on Qin Mo, but it was no longer enough to make him kneel down.

Qin Mo slowly lifted his right foot and pulled it out of the broken stone steps.

Next is the left foot.

Gravel slid off his legs and landed on the steps below.

He took a step forward.

boom!

The moment my foot landed, the entire Path to Heaven trembled.

Xiao Xuance's divine sense paused for half a breath.

Qin Mo took another step forward.

His back remained straight.

"Even a Nascent Soul cultivator can only crush a few stones?"

Qin Mo raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth and turned his gaze to the core entrance.

The divine senses there trembled violently.

Xiao Xuance wanted to increase his strength, but a crimson light descended from above the Primordial Ruins.

The crimson light pierced through the entrance and struck his divine sense directly.

Qin Mo heard a tearing sound.

The pressure on my body immediately lessened by nearly half.

The sect leader of the Xuantian Immortal Sect spoke up again.

"The Trial of the Lost Realm has its own rules. If you make another move, it won't be your divine sense that gets cut next."

This time, Xiao Xuance did not respond immediately.

The divine thoughts hanging above the path to heaven shifted back and forth.

With each additional breath, the crimson chains tighten one layer.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Qin Mo activated the Transformation Furnace and swallowed another large amount of divine thought.

The furnace body in the dantian felt slightly warm.

Several pale gold lines appeared on the furnace wall.

These divine thoughts, after being refined, also greatly benefited his soul.

Just as Qin Mo was about to swallow more, the pressure on his head suddenly disappeared.

Xiao Xuance stopped.

The crimson chains then shrank back into the void, leaving only rubble on the path to heaven.

Sikong Ji stood up, supporting himself with his longbow, and first glanced at Qin Mo's legs.

The skin was intact, and the bones were not broken.

Only then did she put away her longbow.

"He was backfired by the rules of the Lost Realm and dares not come back a second time for a while."

As Sikong Ji spoke, his thumb lightly brushed against the bowstring.

Qin Mo brushed the stone dust off his trouser leg.

Xiao Xuance's reluctance to make another move does not mean that the Xiao family will stop.

Sure enough, an order came from the core entrance very soon.

"Xiao Qian, go and bring Cheng Yue's body back."

As soon as the voice faded, a golden figure descended from the Heavenly Path above.

The newcomer was wearing the Xiao Clan Battle Hall robe and his cultivation had reached the Great Perfection of the Golden Core stage.

This realm is just within the limits of the Primordial Relic Realm.

Xiao Qian walked very fast.

He approached, first looking at Xiao Chengyue's corpse, then staring at Qin Mo.

His right hand was already on the hilt of the knife.

But thinking of the scene of Qin Mo enduring the divine thought of the Nascent Soul stage just now, his fingers paused for a long time, and he still didn't dare to draw his sword.

Qin Mo bent down and took Xiao Chengyue's storage ring first.

That golden elixir had already been taken away by the Qiankun Rebirth Furnace.

All Xiao Qian could take back was an empty shell.

"Leave the ring."

Xiao Qian took half a step forward, and the hilt of his sword made a soft click.

Qin Mo raised his head.

He didn't speak, but simply placed the ancient broken sword across Xiao Chengyue's corpse.

Xiao Qian stopped.

The two stared at each other for a moment across the corpse.

Finally, Xiao Qian loosened the hilt of his knife, grabbed one of Xiao Chengyue's arms, and hoisted the corpse onto his shoulder.

Before leaving, he glanced at Qin Mo's tattered clothes and then at the collapsed stone steps around him.

The threatening words were never uttered.

The five Xiao clan cultivators quickly got up from the ground and followed Xiao Qian away.

Qin Mo did not stop him.

He carefully put away his storage ring and turned to walk upwards.

Sikong Ji, Cang Wuyue, and the others followed.

The group stepped over the broken stone steps and soon entered a higher part of the Path to Heaven.