Supreme Alchemist
Chapter 2061 - 2061 2051 Escape

2061: Chapter 2051: Escape 2061: Chapter 2051: Escape The cultivators gathered the light in their hands.

The Holy King had not mentioned this protective barrier before their arrival, so Peng Wang had also paid it no heed.

“Peng Cheng Wan Li!”

The yellow light in his hands transformed into a giant Dapeng that obscured the sun and fiercely collided with the protective barrier, its formidable power causing even the barrier to tremble.

All the cultivators used their most powerful techniques to shake the protective barrier.

Finally, the conservatively attacking barrier could no longer hold up, and the crowd smashed a crack in it.

“Put more effort into it!”

Peng Wang shouted, increasing the force in his hands.

The badly battered barrier finally could not bear it anymore and revealed a huge hole.

The miasma inside was ultimately mundane.

Originally, the barrier had controlled the spread of the miasma, but the miasma, finding nowhere to go, burst forth like it had found a vent, frantically escaping from the hole created by the cultivators.

“Ah!”

A cultivator who came into contact with the miasma instantly transformed into a pool of black pus, and more and more miasma drifted towards the many cultivators.

Peng Wang’s face turned green—what was this thing?

But with the miasma reduced, Long Yan’s Time Principle regained its greatest speed.

Even demon beasts couldn’t outrun the miasma, not to mention human legs.

Countless miasma enveloped the cultivators, filling the air with screams of horror and anguish that permeated this ancient battlefield.

Most of the cultivators transformed into pools of pus.

On the other side, after the miasma had receded, Long Yan and the others rested for a while in their original spot.

Eventually, the three combined forces to forge an exit.

If Peng Wang knew that Long Yan had saved him this time, who knew what he would think.

“Is this the center of the Ancient Tomb?”

Looking at the eight roads before him, Long Yan fell into thought.

This was the third level; choosing wrongly would probably lead to great danger.

If it had been just Long Yan alone, it would have been okay, but now he had Liu Qingyue and Lingxi with him.

“Choose the safest one.”

Long Yan selected the middle road.

In some relics, the middle road posed the least danger, though the rewards were also the smallest.

Honestly, Long Yan didn’t need an increase in power now.

With his current strength, no one except the Holy King and the Elders could match him.

It was a tunnel leading to the underground, speckled with stalactites and shiny stones that glittered with a mesmerizing light.

“Ao!”

A giant centipede from the roof of the cave pounced towards the three, its wide mouth exuding a nauseating smell.

“Death Truth.”

Black light shot out from Long Yan’s fingertips, instantly making the centipede in mid-air stiffen and fall to the ground with its body turning gray-white, completely motionless.

Lingxi was quite astonished; in just this short period apart, Long Yan had grasped yet another artistic conception.

He truly lived up to her expectations.

An artistic conception that instantly deprived life, something even she had never heard of.

Apparently, even Long Yan had not expected his understanding of the Death Truth to have reached this extent.

The centipede just now, although not as powerful as the demon beasts in the Miasma Forest, was at the level of a Second Rank God King.

Long Yan had merely used a casual true intent to deprive the centipede of all its vitality.

Continuing onwards, the three encountered numerous demon beasts such as centipedes or beetles, none of which posed any threat to the trio.

Long Yan looked at the gate in front of him, a sense of doubt stirred in his heart.

There hadn’t been any danger on the road; could the real trial lie beyond the gate?

Slowly, he pushed open the ancient gate, which let out a heavy creaking sound.

The dust on the door fell to the ground due to the movement.

Displayed before the three of them were numerous exquisite sculptures, so lifelike that Long Yan wondered if they would come to life the next moment.

“This place is eerie.”

“Be careful.”

Long Yan reminded the two, then took the lead.

As they walked forward, a series of mechanical creaking noises followed, and the statues, which had been facing forward, all turned towards Long Yan.

It was as if the sculptures had opened their eyes—eyes that were completely blood-red, creating a bizarre scene that left everyone stunned.

Long Yan stood in place, afraid to move around freely.

It felt as if he was engaged in a standoff with the sculptures; as long as Long Yan didn’t move, the numerous sculptures stayed still.

Yet, he had a feeling that if he moved again, he would face an onslaught of attacks.

“You two, don’t rush; let me try.”

Long Yan turned back and spoke to Lingxi and the other woman; seeing them nod, he continued moving forward.

It was as if he triggered some mechanism, and all the sculptures came to life, brandishing their swords and spears fiercely at Long Yan.

Long Yan did a somersault to dodge the numerous long spears aimed at him.

Dragon Tooth appeared in his hand, and a clanging sound of metal striking metal echoed.

Dragon Tooth collided fiercely with a long spear, sparking a trail of sparks at the point of contact.

Before Long Yan could react, several streaks of light smashed onto Dragon Tooth.

His hand twisted, and despite his strength, he nearly couldn’t hold onto his weapon as his palms throbbed with pain.

“Dragon Shock Flash!”

Long Yan’s body turned into a purple streak of light—several slashes like lightning dividing the air—cutting into the sculptures.

The air filled with a burnt scent.

It was as if he hit a formation; at the point of contact between the sculptures’ bodies and the blade shadows, small blue lights appeared, blocking all of Long Yan’s attacks.

Even the Nine Nether Spirit Devouring Thunder Flame was ineffective, merely blocked by the formation and falling to the ground.

Long Yan was extremely astonished; his usually effective Nine Nether Spirit Devouring Thunder Flame was utterly useless.

While he was stunned, another spear shadow pierced towards him.

“Time Principle.”

The spear moving towards Long Yan slowed down, almost like slow motion.

Time Principle was the first mystic art Long Yan had learned, but it was also the slowest developing one.

So far, his use was limited to slowing the flow of time around designated people or objects and drained a great deal of True Qi.

Fortunately, since Long Yan had entered, the sculptures had been relentlessly attacking.

They seemed to replenish each other, giving Long Yan no chance to rest.

Just a few short exchanges left him breathless.

Dodging the incoming spear shadow by moving to the side, Long Yan heavily stomped on the ground, leaping into the air like Dapeng spreading its wings.

“Nine Nether Power.”

Long Yan thrust backward with force; his whole body in the air shot towards the level’s exit.

He wanted to use the recoil from “Nine Nether Break” to pass the trial directly, but reality was brutal.

In midair, Long Yan collided harshly with an invisible barrier, just like the formation on the sculptures’ bodies before.

The entrance to the next layer was blocked by this kind of formation.

Out of options, Long Yan tapped his toes in midair.

“Eight Wastes Step.”

He landed between the two women, and all the sculptures attacking Long Yan returned to their original positions, closing their eyes and reverting to their initial states.