Within the portal.
It was a vast expanse of chaos.
Long Xuan couldn't help but feel bewildered.
Looking at the boundless, empty space, he felt as if he had suddenly fallen into a bottomless void with no direction.
"What kind of Dragon Palace is this? It's completely different from what I imagined. Where are the treasures!"
Long Xuan exclaimed, his eyes wide with confusion.
Ling Fan smiled and said, "You were right earlier. If you had come alone, even if you could enter this Dragon Palace, you would only be able to stare blankly."
He projected beams of light from his hand.
The void ahead rippled like water, and space distorted. A wide divine path, emanating an ancient aura, appeared beneath their feet, stretching forward.
"Holy crap! It can be like this, another restriction!"
Long Xuan cried out in surprise.
"In ancient times, the art of restrictions was very prosperous, it has only declined now," Ling Fan said with a slight smile.
He stepped onto the divine path.
"Old Fan, teach me this skill, it's so practical."
Long Xuan said ingratiatingly.
"Digging up people's graves, very practical, isn't it?" Ling Fan replied.
Long Xuan's face flushed slightly.
"These treasures are just sitting here, what a waste. I have the responsibility and obligation to help them regain their glory."
"Cut the crap, don't be glib. Do you think the art of restrictions and formations is that easy to learn? With your talent, it would probably take you ten... hundred thousand years to get started."
"Ten years, that's not difficult. What? A hundred thousand years... Holy crap! Forget it, forget it. With that much time, I could cultivate to the Celestial Venerable realm. Strength overcomes all. Why bother with such difficult things."
As the two stepped onto the divine path, Ling Fan walked forward leisurely.
Statues of various deities, majestic, ferocious, sinister, or benevolent, stood on both sides.
"Don't touch anything!"
Long Xuan had just run under a statue, transforming into his massive dragon form, intending to take a Fangtian Huaji held in the statue's hands. Ling Fan quickly stopped him.
Long Xuan looked confused and asked, "Can't I? This is a mid-grade Emperor Artifact, and I can see its power hasn't diminished much. It's very valuable!"
Ling Fan smiled without saying anything.
Long Xuan thought it was fine, and just as he was about to take the halberd.
Boom!
A divine light of restriction, reaching the heavens, shot out. If Long Xuan hadn't dodged instinctively, he would have been cut in half.
"Damn it! Old Fan, why didn't you warn me?"
Long Xuan said, feeling a lingering fear.
"You need to suffer a loss once to remember. Now, I don't need to say anything, you definitely won't dare to touch anything rashly."
Ling Fan chuckled.
Long Xuan: "..."
Ling Fan's smile faded.
"Follow me. This divine path is not easy to traverse. It's even more complex and dangerous than the restriction on that portal. Even I have to tread carefully and resolve these restrictions."
The path ahead seemed empty.
But in Ling Fan's Heavenly Demon Eye vision, dangers lurked everywhere. It could be said that every step was a killing intent.
A slight misstep would lead to eternal damnation.
Even a sixth-tier Xuan Emperor would perish here.
Ling Fan began to dismantle these restrictions.
Long Xuan dared not urge him and followed behind patiently.
It took several hours.
Ling Fan had only advanced less than a hundred meters.
"Old Fan, at this snail's pace, when will we reach the place with the treasures?"
"Don't rush. The beginning is difficult, it will be faster later. If you're in a hurry, why don't you try flying forward yourself?"
Long Xuan shrank his neck. He wanted to live a few more years.
"Forget it, forget it. I'm not in a hurry."
...
As Ling Fan and the other stepped onto the Dragon Palace's divine path.
Outside the Dragon Palace.
The three true disciples of the Heavenly Sect, Feng, Yu, and Dian, along with other geniuses and rogue cultivators, had all gathered at the entrance.
"What kind of restriction is this? It's so powerful!"
Feng Zhenchuan clearly had some research into the art of restrictions. He pointed a finger, and the portal instantly displayed a scene of billions of pythons and dragons roaring. Powerful auras surged out, shaking his finger until it cracked.
"Can we blast it open by force?"
Dian Zhenchuan frowned and said.
Feng Zhenchuan replied, "It's best not to. From what I see, this formation was left by at least a Heavenly Emperor level expert. Even though it has been greatly weakened now, it still possesses the power to kill a sixth-tier Xuan Emperor. Whether we can blast open this portal is still unknown, but one thing is certain: we will be killed by the restrictions triggered by this portal first."
Hearing his words.
Everyone immediately wore a look of difficulty.
They had clearly reached the treasure, but they couldn't enter.
This feeling made them so frustrated they wanted to spit blood.
Just as they were at a loss.
A voice suddenly sounded.
"Step aside. You can't do it. Do you know what kind of restriction this is? This is an ancient Dragon Restriction."
"Ancient Dragon Restriction!"
The crowd exclaimed.
They looked towards the source of the voice.
They saw a tall figure, shrouded in a black robe, emerge from among a few rogue cultivators.
"If we can't do it, can you, a rogue cultivator, break it?" Feng Zhenchuan said, his expression somewhat displeased.
"I happened to cultivate an unnamed ancient restriction text in the past, which recorded a part of the ancient Dragon Restriction, quite similar to the one on this portal. I can try."
The black-robed rogue cultivator said.
"Please."
Although somewhat unwilling, Feng Zhenchuan still made way.
The black-robed rogue cultivator was not polite. He stepped forward, and dragon-shaped restriction light patterns were projected from his hand into the portal. The entire portal rippled slightly, like a stone dropped into a calm lake.
"There's hope!" Everyone's spirits lifted.
The three true disciples, Feng, Yu, and Dian, exchanged glances, their eyes flashing with apprehension and ill will.
As the black-robed rogue cultivator projected more and more dragon-shaped restriction light patterns, almost forming a river of restrictions, the portal's movement became more intense. Thus, it took a full day and night.
Boom!
A heavy sound came from the vast portal, and a gap opened.
The black-robed rogue cultivator did not rush in.
Instead, he stopped there kindly, as if waiting for them.
Feng Zhenchuan said, "Without your help, we wouldn't have had the chance to enter the Dragon Palace. Your contribution is the greatest, please go first."
"Heh heh, in front of the Heavenly Sect, I, a mere rogue cultivator, would not dare to be presumptuous. My abilities are limited, and this is all I can do. As for other things, they are not my strengths. I will follow behind you. I hope everyone will take care of me, considering I helped break the Dragon Restriction."
The black-robed rogue cultivator said very shrewdly.
Feng Zhenchuan's eyes flickered, thinking of something.
"Let's go, we'll go in first."
As the words fell.
The three true disciples, Feng, Yu, and Dian, stepped into the portal first.
Soon.
They also arrived before the divine path.
"Something's wrong, someone has already entered the Dragon Palace ahead of us!"