The woman took the technique, opening the ancient "Saintess opens the ancient hall" of the Ten Clans, sealed for ages. The sacred hall built by the Earth Clan strongmen in ancient times.

The crystallization of Earth Clan cultivators. It holds treasures within.

The greatest secret of the Earth Clan. The Azure Sea Ancient Hall: The secret sacred hall of the Earth Clan.

It was jointly constructed by the ancient Nascent Soul cultivator True Lord Yellow Wind and an ancient Saintess of the Earth Clan. "True Lord Yellow Wind—isn't that the cultivator who entered the Broken Bridge and achieved Nirvana there?

Because he admired an Earth Clan Saintess, he not only helped the Saintess open the passage to this Langya Secret Realm but also built this ancient hall, preserving a breath of vitality for the Earth Clan tribe within the realm." Ye Qin exclaimed in surprise. The Earth Clan members could smoothly enter and storm the ancient hall.

However, it was exceedingly difficult for cultivators to gain entry. Led by Grand Shaman Wuyun, dozens of Earth Clan strongmen from the four great tribes rushed through the sea-tree thickets, slaying the low-level demon beasts they encountered along the way.

After half an hour, they arrived before a lake within the Langya Secret Realm and finally stopped. This lake spanned an area of perhaps fifty or sixty li.

Its water was azure blue, utterly silent, yet chilling to the bone. Numerous sea beasts lurked deep beneath the lake's surface.

"The sacred hall is here. My tribe has not visited this place in five hundred years.

This time, opening the sacred hall will surely bring great rewards." Grand Shaman Wuyun held up his magical implement, pointing excitedly at the vast lake. Jing Hun, Yan Xing, and the other great leaders gazed out.

Seeing no mountains within the lake suitable for building a grand hall, they were naturally confused, unaware of the sanctuary's true location. Could it be hidden beneath the lake?

The secret of this sacred hall had always been held by the shamans of the Shaman Tribe, passed down orally from one generation of Grand Shamans to the next. Only the Grand Shamans knew the method to open the sanctuary; the people of the other tribes had no knowledge whatsoever.

"Grand Shaman, how shall we deal with those Immortals who have been following us? The sacred hall of our tribe will be exposed to them.

Should I take my tribesmen to kill them first before opening the sanctuary!" Liang Gong turned back abruptly, glancing toward the distant sea-tree jungle. A sharp, cold glint flashed in his eyes.

Initially, Liang Gong had only felt a sensation of being watched, not entirely certain if someone was tracking them. But during the rapid journey, he noticed something amiss behind them—faint, fleeting shadows flashing among the sea trees.

These did not escape his sharp eyes. He was certain that Immortal beings were concealed and following them.

"No need." The Grand Shaman glanced at Liang Gong, a profound, cryptic cold smile playing on his lips. "I have long known that Immortals were following.

I was worried they wouldn't come. Pay them no mind; let them follow and let them enter the sacred hall.

Once inside, I will let them know the might of this sanctuary and condemn them to a place where they can never rest in peace." Liang Gong, Jing Hun, Yan Xing, and the others showed expressions of astonishment. Was this sacred hall truly that formidable?

After speaking, Grand Shaman Wuyun ignored their surprise and addressed Saintess Wu Yiqing, "Saintess, I shall begin chanting the sorcery. Cooperate with the magic conch so that the sacred hall of my tribe may reappear to the world!" Grand Shaman Wuyun began chanting in a low tone.

"Yes, Great Shaman Venerable!" Wu Yiqing nodded, unhooking the azure long-horned sea conch from her waist. She parted her red lips slightly, placed the sea conch to her mouth, and began to blow a slow, melodic tone.

Over ten other shamans joined in the chanting in coordination. The deep, ethereal sound of the conch and the chanting possessed a piercing quality, circling and echoing between heaven and earth.

Under the influence of the conch sound, the vast lake, spanning dozens of li, began to exhibit ripples a few inches deep. These ripples grew larger—several inches, then several feet, approaching ten feet.

Soon, the entire lake was churning with towering waves, surging and crashing like a sea storm. The whole lake vibrated.

The numerous demon beasts hiding at the bottom were unaware of what was happening. In a panic, they fled, leaping out of the water and scrambling toward the surrounding sea-tree thickets.

A few li away, within a dense patch of sea trees, Ye Qin, Zhou Yao, Jin Zhongshan, Liao Xiaozhang, and Pan Shuang—five Golden Core cultivators—watched with expressions of wonder. "This sorcery's power is astonishing." "This is the Wave-Tossing Art of the Shaman Clan.

I saw the shamans use it when attacking the stone city of the Blue Mist Archipelago." Ye Qin secretly compared the Immortal Arts with the Shaman Sorcery. "Immortal Arts are cast extremely fast, driven by the consumption of one's own mana; spells can be deployed in the blink of an eye.

Shaman Sorcery requires extremely slow chanting and relies not on personal mana, but on marvelous sound to resonate with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth." "If it were one-on-one, an immortal cultivator could kill a shaman ten times over with the lowest-tier spell before the shaman could even finish casting their sorcery. Under normal circumstances, shamans cannot contend with immortal cultivators.

However, the destructive power of Shaman Sorcery is considerable, and its area of effect is broad. If the sorcery is allowed to complete its casting, it is many times stronger than an Immortal Art." As Ye Qin contemplated this, the lake underwent another massive transformation.

"Rumble!" "Crash!" Amidst the violent shaking of the lake, an incomparably magnificent complex of ancient palace structures slowly rose from the center of the water, cleaving through the waves and settling steadily within the lake. The main hall of the ancient palace stood nearly a hundred zhang tall, constructed entirely of extremely hard deep-sea azure rock.

Countless ancient beasts were carved into the cliff faces—the style was archaic and grand, stable as a hill, remaining perfectly intact after tens of thousands of years. What astonished people most was that this was clearly a palace built by ancient immortal cultivators.

The murals, the ancient beasts, and the palace's overall design were all characteristic of ancient cultivators. Such ancient hall architecture could be seen in major immortal cities like Xianque City and Baifu City.

This ancient hall differed greatly from the structures built by the Earth Clan. Yet, somehow, it had become the secret sacred hall of the Earth Clan tribe.

Grand Shaman Wuyun raised his magical implement high, rapidly muttering strange, hard-to-pronounce talismanic sounds. "Crack!" The ancient hall's mottled bronze main gate, thirty zhang high and five zhang thick, inscribed with bronze doors bearing countless strange Taoist bronze symbols, shone with dazzling bronze light as it slowly opened with the chanting.

A solemn, domineering aura, chilling and murderous, rushed out from within the ancient hall, almost suffocating them. "The Azure Sea recedes, the Sacred Hall emerges!

Go, follow me quickly into the sanctuary!" Grand Shaman Wuyun roared and charged toward the sanctuary in the lake. The tribesmen dared not delay; they hastily mounted their respective sea beasts and flying beasts, carrying the strongmen, and followed the Grand Shaman toward the sacred hall.

"Should we follow them in? That ancient hall must surely hide precious treasures, otherwise these Earth Clan members wouldn't be so eager." Jin Zhongshan, seeing the Earth Clan members rush into the ancient hall, couldn't help but cry out anxiously.

If the Earth Clan closed the great doors inside and began gathering the treasures, he wouldn't know how to open the sanctuary. "No need to rush.

Even if they close the great doors of the ancient hall, they must eventually come out; we will still have a chance to obtain the treasures. Our small group going in would be suicide.

Why hasn't Yu Weifeng arrived yet?" Ye Qin's expression was calm as he spoke in a deep voice. "He's here, quickly!" Zhou Yao pointed toward the distant horizon, exclaiming with delight.

The sound of the lake's vibration was too immense; it had traveled extremely far, alerting Golden Core cultivators hundreds of thousands of li away. This provided the Golden Core cultivators who couldn't locate the exact position with a clear destination.

A swarm of lights streaked across the sky from different directions, rushing toward this spot. Swish, swish!

A group of Golden Core cultivators descended from the sky, landing one after another at the edge of the lake. They were the Golden Core cultivators of the Heavenly Dao Alliance led by Yu Weifeng.

There were four small squads in total, nearly twenty Golden Core cultivators. Most of them bore traces of blood, likely from killing demon beasts before rushing over upon hearing the news.

These cultivators mostly followed and surrounded Yu Weifeng, regarding him as their leader. With their arrival, the strength of the immortal cultivator side significantly increased.

Ye Qin’s squad, along with Zhou Yao's, no longer concealed their presence, flying out from the sea-tree thickets on their swords to meet them by the lake and exchange greetings. "Was it you who sent the signal?

Saying the four major Earth Clan tribes were gathered for a major operation?" Yu Weifeng retracted his flying sword, glanced at Ye Qin, and asked lightly, not paying him much mind. "Yes, that ancient hall in the lake should be the target of the four major Earth Clan tribes.

Brother Yu can see for himself." Ye Qin pointed toward the cluster of ancient halls in the center of the lake. Yu Weifeng had long noticed the ancient giant hall in the lake and was secretly shocked.

He nodded and smiled, "To think such a massive ancient hall was hidden in the Langya Secret Realm—it is truly unexpected. If we can obtain the treasures inside, each of the five of you can receive an additional treasure." Yu Weifeng instantly recognized the value of this ancient hall.

Given its immense size, no one other than ancient cultivators could have built it. Since ancient cultivators painstakingly built an ancient hall here, how could they not have left valuable treasures within?!

After speaking, Yu Weifeng suddenly looked up at the sky. He saw streaks of rainbow light flying in the distance, shimmering brilliantly.

Over ten more Golden Core cultivators descended. However, these were the Golden Core cultivators of the Heavenly Demon Alliance.

The regrouping and actions of the Heavenly Dao Alliance cultivators had also alarmed the Heavenly Demon Alliance cultivators within the Langya Secret Realm. Upon receiving news, they passed messages to each other and rushed over to investigate the situation.

Yet, Yan Hao, the leader of the Heavenly Demon Alliance, had not appeared for some unknown reason. This group of Heavenly Demon Alliance Golden Core cultivators, leaderless, dared not contend with Yu Weifeng of the Heavenly Dao Alliance for the position of great leader.

The Golden Core cultivators of the two alliances arrived by the lakeside, clearly separating into two factions, observing the ancient hall in the lake. To the surprise of the Golden Core cultivators, after the Earth Clan strongmen entered the deep ancient hall, they quickly vanished.

But the bronze gate of the ancient hall had not closed; it remained wide open. "What game are those Earth Clan members playing?

Is there some conspiracy?" Yu Weifeng was puzzled. With the ancient hall's door open, it was very easy for them, the immortal cultivators, to rush in directly.

This was too simple; could it be a trap? "Brother Weifeng, let's go into the ancient hall and take a look." "If there are any magical artifacts, divine treasures, or rare heavenly materials within, it's better to seize them early.

Yan Hao is delayed by something and hasn't arrived yet. If Yan Hao also rushes here and brings a group of Heavenly Demon Alliance cultivators to compete with us, it will be troublesome." Some Golden Core cultivators from the Heavenly Dao Alliance immediately started clamoring.

Their large contingent of Golden Core cultivators already held a clear advantage over the Earth Clan, and they had no fear of any Earth Clan schemes. "That's right." Yu Weifeng was suddenly enlightened; there was no time to delay.

Otherwise, when Yan Hao arrived, given Yan Hao's domineering nature, he would certainly not easily yield the best treasures. With the means of those Earth Clan strongmen, they likely couldn't pull off any elaborate tricks; there was no need for excessive worry.

"Let's go, everyone follow me into the ancient hall!" Yu Weifeng hesitated no longer, immediately throwing out his flying sword. Riding the sword, he led the Golden Core cultivators of the Heavenly Dao Alliance rushing toward the ancient hall in the lake, intending to seize the great treasures within before Yan Hao arrived.

The group of Heavenly Demon Alliance Golden Core cultivators hesitated briefly, then quickly formed up and followed toward the ancient hall. Even if Yan Hao didn't arrive, they couldn't simply wait around.

At least they should enter to check the situation. "This ancient hall is somewhat strange, faintly emitting an intensely powerful killing aura.

However, with that group of dozens of Heavenly Dao Alliance Golden Core cultivators like Yu Weifeng leading the charge in front, we aren't afraid. Surely not all of us will die inside!" Ye Qin muttered to himself wryly.

After the dozens of Golden Core cultivators had set off, he cautiously led Zhou Yao, Liao Xiaocui, Jin Zhongshan, and Pan Shuang—four others—flying toward the ancient hall in the center of the lake. [Ti: Dear book friend, the current chapter has reached the last page of this book]