Chapter 1182: Chapter 356: Wait, How Can You Be This Amazing?

He grinned: "Alright!" 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

The space was once again torn open with brute force, and the two of them leaped in.

At the moment of entry, the violent spatial turbulence pressed in like a tide.

Sikong Yan’s fingers hooked into the void, forcibly fixing the surrounding chaotic spatial rifts into a net-like structure.

Meanwhile, Zhou Qing seized the moment to manipulate the light dragon, roaring as it charged towards one side.

The array patterns on the dragon’s body flickered wildly, colliding fiercely with the invisible barrier.

"Zii—la—zii—la—"

Amidst the piercing friction sounds, the barrier gradually became visible.

Surprisingly, it was a huge silver "pipeline," with liquid-like spirit patterns flowing on the inner walls, squirming as if alive.

Sikong Yan inhaled sharply: "This..."

Zhou Qing’s hand-sealing speed increased, and the light dragon before him abruptly raised its head with a long cry, its body expanding rapidly, with array patterns on each scale flashing a blinding golden light.

"Chii—"

The array patterns on the dragon scales moved like live snakes, instantly splitting into tens of thousands of golden threads shooting towards the silver tube walls.

At the moment the golden threads touched the tube walls—

"Buzz!"

The seemingly singular silver barrier suddenly twisted, its four-color radiance surging and directly piercing through the dragon’s body.

The light dragon emitted a mournful wail, and half of its body disintegrated on the spot.

Zhou Qing’s pupils shrank, a four-color rotating vision appeared deep within his heavy pupils.

"This master is truly formidable!" Zhou Qing gazed at the four-color flowing restriction, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes.

"I thought Yin and Yang being of one root was the limit, but to have the killing array and trapping array coexist, with the four elements distinct yet integrated—truly an impressive skill!"

If that master were still alive, he would truly want to seek advice face to face.

Sikong Yan’s muscles bulged, veins stood out on his forehead, and the space around him was forcibly subdued by sheer force, yet still couldn’t stop the turbulence from eroding.

"Is it not working?" he gritted his teeth, his voice carrying a rare urgency, "The turbulence in this damned place is getting stronger, I fear I can’t hold on much longer."

"Don’t worry, almost there!"

Zhou Qing suddenly looked up, his heavy pupils glowing brightly.

He clapped his palms together, and the remaining dragon scales above his head coiled into a dragon pattern ruler three feet long—

The ruler’s body was engraved with the earthly branches of [Zi Chou Yin Mao], the dragon head as the compass, the dragon tail as the square.

"First strike!"

Zhou Qing bit the tip of his tongue, spraying a mist of blood onto the ruler.

"Clang—!"

The ruler struck the junction of the four patterns, causing spider-web cracks on the surface of the restriction, which were swiftly repaired by the four-color glow.

Sikong Yan grunted, cracks appeared beneath his feet in the crystalline space: "At most ten breaths!"

"Second turn!"

Zhou Qing’s hands moved like wheels, and the ruler suddenly disassembled and reformed—

The dragon’s head bit its tail, transforming into a perfect ring, with a phantom of the innate Bagua emerging inside.

"Zilala!"

The ring encircled the four-color restriction, spinning wildly and sparking flames everywhere.

"Third fusion!"

In Zhou Qing’s double pupils, an ancient void spider screeched towards the sky, the ruler in front of him returning to its original form, but entirely crimson red.

This time the dragon head and tail stabbed in unison, the whole ruler pierced into the core of the restriction like a red-hot iron nail.

"Ka, kacha..."

Amid teeth-gritting shattering sounds, the four-color barrier finally cracked completely.

"It’s open!" Zhou Qing’s face lit up with joy.

In the next moment, the barrier shattered with a roar, and a stable spatial aura surged forth.

The two of them rushed through the opening without hesitation, and the scene suddenly cleared.

Inside the passageway was as transparent and clean as a crystal palace, with spirit flows gently coursing along fixed paths, in stark contrast to the raging turbulence outside.

Sikong Yan’s chest heaved heavily, then he suddenly burst into laughter: "Hahaha... we’ve done it!"

With this first step, their success rate to get to the imperial treasury would greatly improve.

Zhou Qing, however, stared intently at the slowly healing opening.

At the edge, the residual patterns of the four-color restriction writhed and intertwined like living things.

"No time to celebrate." As his sleeve swept, the seventy-two prepared spiritual materials poured out like a downpour, suspending in mid-air to form an array,

the core three materials rotated overhead, forming a triangular furnace, with auxiliary spiritual objects surrounding like stars arching the moon.

"Thousand-year Empty Meditation Stone, Black Turtle Shell Powder, Star Sand, Dragon Breath Ash..." Sikong Yan looked at these materials with some confusion.

As long as they could open it once, they could come back again, what was he doing?

"Solidify!" Before long, Zhou Qing clapped his palms together.

All materials instantly melted into two bronze liquid masses, the restriction patterns within resonating with the channel walls!

But at this moment, a gear-engaging "ka-ka" sound came from deep within the passage, and the spirit flows suddenly accelerated—

"Someone is remotely restarting the teleportation array, could it be Xuanyuan Shuo returning from the border?!"

Sikong Yan immediately shouted, his Spirit Severing Realm cultivation fully unleashed, forcibly resisting the restoration speed of the walls on both sides.

"What are you trying to do? Hurry up if you can!"

Sikong Yan’s urging echoed in the passage, but Zhou Qing seemed oblivious, his expression solemn, his double pupils splitting into dual rings, continuously accelerating the fusion.

The hovering bronze liquid mass churned violently under his gaze.

Three breaths!

The surface of the liquid mass began to crystallize, revealing four-color veins identical to the passage wall.

Five breaths!

The star sand suddenly flashed brightly, imprinting the flowing spatial coordinates into the core.

Seven breaths!

"Zheng—!"

Amidst a piercing metallic hum, two cyan tokens took shape in the air.

The surface patterns ebbed like breathing, perfectly synchronized with the pulse of the passageway’s restoration!

Zhou Qing grasped them instantly, and as he infused spiritual power to activate them, the previously mending gap suddenly twisted and expanded.

This left Sikong Yan utterly astonished.

"Go!"

As soon as the two dashed out of the passage, Zhou Qing sent a blast of spiritual power into the token with a flick of his hand.

"Ka!"