Both of them had slightly flushed faces, sweat on their foreheads, and their breathing was quite uneven, clearly under considerable pressure.

In contrast, Ye Qingzhou was walking along easily, as if he was on a leisurely outing, feeling quite comfortable.

The other three Martial Saints from Dongji Kingdom were similarly unaffected, each maintaining the demeanor and composure befitting a Martial Saint Strong Person.

Gu Minghui, claiming to be the "Celestial Secret Divine Calculation," casually foretold fortune and misfortune.

Vermilion Bird herself was a master of wind and fire, naturally fearless.

And Xuanwu was the foremost in defense among the six; such a level of attack was far from breaking through his defenses.

Among six travelers, whoever falters feels awkward.

Karelin glanced at his similarly disheveled companion Andre and once again lamented the multifaceted gap between the Northern Alliance and Dongji Kingdom.

"Since this is the Feather Race’s burial ground, there should naturally be anti-theft measures. We have likely been judged as intruders by the burial site’s Array Spirit."

Gu Minghui scanned all around casually and said, "In fact, we should consider ourselves fortunate. After billions of years of temporal wear, the power of the Array is greatly weakened. It currently threatens only a Seven Realms Martial Saint, and for peak Martial Saints of the Heaven-Ascending Ninth Layer, the attacks are not deadly."

Ye Qingzhou, able to discern the Object, arrived at the same judgment as Gu Minghui: "The Defense Formation here, at its full strength, could even kill a Celestial King Martial God."

The group, after hearing this, was horrified, taken aback.

The Heaven-Ascending Tenth Layer Realm’s Celestial King Martial God!

Such a formidable person, even a tomb’s Array could kill?

"Indeed, this place is extremely dangerous. I can sense that beneath the central plaza, there seems to be even more dangerous aura..."

Xuanwu said gravely.

Among the crowd, he was the most sensitive in Spiritual Sense, able to perceive even the faintest soul ripples and thus was able to forewarn of powerful Chaos Creatures nearby.

And beneath the center of the plaza, there was evidently something Xuanwu perceived as extremely dangerous, even his proud defenses couldn’t withstand such peril.

A slight mistake, even with six outstanding Martial Saints from the Blue Star Human Race, despite having incredible powerful means, could easily fall here.

The peril of the Ink Black Nest relic was indeed real; the previous smooth journey was but an illusion.

If they were complacent because of this, they would surely fall here.

After a brief rest, the six quickly continued their journey.

Gu Minghui took out a peculiar Jade Scroll, its cover engraved with the characters ’Profound Secret Celestial Destiny,’ clearly a treasure exclusive to the Cyan Emperor Lineage, possessing powerful divination abilities.

Flipping through the Jade Scroll, Gu Minghui began researching the location of the entrance to the next level in Fengli District.

"Fuyao Golden Hall? What kind of strange name is this?"

The Profound Secret Celestial Destiny Book revealed a map, marking a region labeled ’Fuyao Golden Hall.’

Ye Qingzhou held the Profound Secret Celestial Destiny Book, showing an unknown area in the southwest corner of Fengli District called Fuyao Golden Hall.

It was marked with no trap, poison, or alien danger, only a single bold reminder: "Great Wind."

"Great Wind?"

Ye Qingzhou didn’t understand but instinctively sensed his own intuition, then frowned.

Confident in his physiological abilities, Martial Artists were inherently beyond human, Martial Saint Strong Persons could leisurely stroll in a level ten typhoon, treating usual natural disasters as nothing.

The Profound Secret Celestial Destiny Book was extraordinary, known as the ’Celestial Book,’ it never erred in divination.

Yet, at this moment, the Jade Scroll only presented the two characters ’Great Wind,’ truly unsettling.

Because the more concise, the more likely something was amiss.

Soon, after a dozen minutes, the six arrived at Fuyao Golden Hall.

Boom!

Ye Qingzhou stomped heavily with his foot, barely maintaining his balance, looking at the roaring gap not far away, he was dazed for a moment before regaining his senses.

Great Wind!

The high-energy particles spray out, appearing half-white and half-transparent, at first glance resembling a waterfall with a stark drop. The plasma state of high-energy matter transformed into a colorful ’stream,’ surging down.

Even a Martial Saint Strong Person, struck head-on, would be reduced to nothing but bones.

Though Ye Qingzhou had forged a Demigod Body, he would still suffer considerable injuries, so he couldn’t help but complain, "Old Gu, is your book reliable? Is this called ’Great Wind’?"

Gu Minghui awkwardly smiled, "Ahem, solar wind is also wind, don’t take the details too seriously."

"Is the entrance to the next layer in here?"

Touching the Jade cover of the Profound Secret Celestial Destiny Book, Gu Minghui felt somewhat embarrassed, unsure if the Celestial Book’s prediction was accurate.

Clearly, the opening spewing ’solar wind’ before them was the ’door’ to the next level.

However, passing through this door wasn’t easy; without some means, they might have to stop here.

"Should we go in?"

Gu Minghui glanced at everyone.

"We’ve come this far..."

Ye Qingzhou stood at the front: "I’ll lead the way, you all follow closely, don’t fall behind."

"Okay."

Gu Minghui, Xuanwu, and Vermilion Bird responded first, standing right behind Ye Qingzhou.

With their abilities, rushing in wasn’t difficult, but they would have to reveal some of their cards.

As for Karelin and Andre, after exchanging a glance, they chose to follow as well, since they had reached this point, returning empty-handed would be a pity.

"Three, two, one!"

When the countdown ended, Ye Qingzhou suddenly drew his sword, starting in Fourth Gear.

Infinite Primordial Essence!

The Infinite Sword Realm flashed behind Ye Qingzhou, lasting less than a second, yet the Heaven Opening might demonstrated its overwhelming power.

With the Power of Creation, the Sword Qi Torrent punched straight into the solar wind ahead; high-energy particles clashed, blossoming into dazzling seven-colored light, breathtakingly beautiful, suffocating.

The crowd held their breath; Ye Qingzhou’s slash was comparable to a Tenth Realm Martial God!

Even for just a second, it was a means exclusive to Martial God Strong Persons!

With this slash, Ye Qingzhou managed to forge a vacuum space through the plasma torrent formed by the solar wind, accommodating several people.

"Follow me!"

Ye Qingzhou led the way, the others followed suit and jumped in.

After passing through the ’Great Wind,’ the six reached a hall, their steps heavy, moving as if ordinary people walking.

Around them wisps of toxic hurricane winds floated, highly corrosive, even a Martial Arts Grandmaster entering would have his face dissolved into molecules within seconds.

Only the Power of Mental Imagery of a Martial Saint can alter the physical laws within a certain range to resist this terrible corrosion.

Ye Qingzhou’s gaze pierced the toxic mist, looking at the blurry paths and scenes ahead, precisely as recorded in the Profound Secret Celestial Destiny Book.

"We first cross the hall, then turn right to reach..."

Ye Qingzhou’s feet rooted firmly on the ground, step by step, forcefully pushing against the gusting toxic wind, every cell in his muscles erupted with powerful force, forming a Resonance Field, converging the force, providing powerful momentum.

Just as the group left the hall, something unexpected happened.

Ye Qingzhou’s peripheral vision noticed what seemed like a foreign object rushing towards the passage ahead, resembling a crescent-shaped translucent blade.

Clang!

The blade was too fast, striking Ye Qingzhou’s left arm.

However, the scene of blood spurting and severed limbs didn’t appear, not even forcing Ye Qingzhou’s steps to retreat by an inch.

Demigod Body!

Capable of repelling any pure physical attack!

The powerful kinetic energy from the slash was entirely converted into electromagnetic force, directly absorbed by the divine cells within Ye Qingzhou’s body.

"What happened?"

Gu Minghui asked from the back.

"There’s an attack... it’s coming again!"

Ye Qingzhou’s eyes narrowed, suddenly seeing a stream of floating transparent blades in the airflow, spinning wildly like boomerangs.

Moreover, the attack contained peculiar subordinate Power of the Space Path.

"Space cutting, unrivaled in slashing?"

Ye Qingzhou’s instinct reacted, realizing this was the Ink Black Nest’s Defense Formation targeting him, even using space slashes.

"Too excessive, I’m just here to pay respects!"