Within the stone chamber, light and shadow flickered. Fine, intricate patterns emerged on the surface of the Xuantian Seal in Su Yao’s palm, flowing with a dark golden luster as if they were alive. Outside the cavern, the sound of footsteps mingled with the clinking of metal, growing increasingly distinct. Zhao Ya suddenly gripped Su Yao’s sleeve, ice crystals coalescing at her fingertips. "Judging by the sound, it’s not just cultivators coming this time—there are... spiritual artifacts, too!"
Lin Yu’s pupils contracted. He swiftly drew five paper talismans from his storage pouch and affixed them to the chamber walls in the formation of the Big Dipper. "I'm setting up an Eight Trigrams Array to stall them! Su Yao, keep studying the Xuantian Seal; it might hold the key to turning the tide!" Before his voice had even faded, a deafening roar erupted from outside. The runes on the stone door flickered out like dying fireflies, and as the stone door shattered into powder, a surge of black mist poured into the chamber.
Sixteen figures in black fanned out in an Eight Trigrams formation. The gray-robed elder leading them leaned on a pitch-black staff, from which a skull embedded in the head dripped foul-smelling black blood. His gaze swept over the Xuantian Seal on the pedestal, and a hiss like a viper escaping its lair escaped his throat: "You juniors are clever indeed to have found the Xuantian Sect’s treasury. But this seal shall ultimately belong to the Blood Fiend Sect!"
Chapter 216