Chapter 340 - 248: The Profound Truth
A thousand-zhang distance was crossed in an instant.
"Boom!" "Boom!"...
A dozen escape lights hovered in the air, with many Golden Core Cultivators faintly forming a surrounding stance, gripping their magical treasures, readying divine techniques, and glaring at everyone with a fierce look.
The parties were fighting to the death not long ago, but now with a common goal, they immediately converged.
"Nether Abyss!"
The elder with red eyebrows and clad in a dark red robe stepped forward from the crowd, speaking coldly:
"Hand over the Mitian Sand!"
"Otherwise, don’t even think about leaving this place alive today!"
"Arrogant!"
The Nether Abyss Ancestor, extremely enraged, sneered:
"Yin Flame, with just you? Dare to make such bold claims?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he took a step in the void, his magical power aura surging, unleashing a formidable spiritual pressure.
"Boom..."
The formidable spiritual pressure surged like a tide towards the opposite side, causing the dozen or so Golden Core Cultivators to stir slightly.
Most of the Golden Core Cultivators on the other side were only at the early stage of the Golden Core realm. In a fair contest, it might take five or six early stage Golden Core Cultivators working together to barely match the Nether Abyss Ancestor.
But unfortunately, among them were also strong individuals not inferior to the Nether Abyss Ancestor.
"Hmph!"
The Yin Flame Ancestor snorted coldly, fearlessly gathering his magical power and unleashing spiritual pressure, standing directly against the Nether Abyss Ancestor.
"Buzz!"
The two equivalent spiritual pressures collided, causing the surrounding Primordial Magnetic Power to faintly tremble, emitting a buzzing sound.
The next moment:
Zhang Yao, expressionless, stepped forward, and as his magical power surged, a formidable spiritual pressure poured out.
The combination of two torrents instantly broke through the dam with unstoppable force.
"Ugh..."
The Yin Flame Ancestor’s face turned slightly pale, letting out a muffled groan, unable to help but step back, a hint of dread flashing in his eyes.
He had long heard of Elder Qingxu’s reputation, but he didn’t expect that this person, albeit only at the early stage of the Golden Core realm, had such formidable magical power, truly no less than a late-stage strong individual!
Just these two joining forces was already extremely troublesome, not to mention there were many helpers on the other side, as well as two middle stage Golden Core powerhouses... It was indeed not easy to deal with!
"Yin Flame Ancestor!"
The Nether Abyss Ancestor keenly noticed his wavering attitude, seized the opportunity and declared forcefully:
"Have you really thought it through, to fight to the death with us?"
"How Sima Yan just died, didn’t you see?"
Upon hearing this:
The Yin Flame Ancestor remained silent, frowning, while the dozen Golden Core Cultivators behind him couldn’t help but gather in groups of two or three, discussing with divine thought.
The mysterious shadow that ambushed and killed Sima Yan not only traversed the Black Tide with ease but also controlled the Black Death Beast. To claim they were not afraid was clearly false.
But with the invaluable treasure of Mitian Sand right in front of them, letting it go was even more impossible.
"Fellow Daoist Qingxu!"
Seizing the moment when the Yin Flame Ancestor and his group hesitated, the Nether Abyss Ancestor urgently transmitted:
"How about we take a step back, use a strategy to remove this scourge, what do you think?"
Zhang Yao was momentarily dazed by the words, then quickly understood his plan.
For the Nether Abyss Ancestor, the threat of the mysterious shadow was like a thorn in his side. He was willing to give up some of the Mitian Sand’s benefits to eliminate this scourge.
But for the others, whether it was worth doing so required careful consideration, so he came to Zhang Yao first to seek his support.
"This might be a bit tricky..."
Zhang Yao frowned slightly, pretending to be in a difficult position.
If he wanted my support? No problem, it depends on what kind of deal the Nether Abyss Ancestor could offer.
"...How about this!"
The Nether Abyss Ancestor gritted his teeth, communicating through divine thought:
"As long as you support me, afterwards, I will disclose all the grievances involved with you and present you with a tremendous opportunity!"
"Oh?"
Zhang Yao, upon hearing this, was a little interested, nodding slightly:
"Alright, then I’ll help you for now."
"That’s great, thank you, Fellow Daoist!"
The Nether Abyss Ancestor immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
Among the ten people, he and his disciple already held a dominant position. With the approval of Elder Qingxu, the opinions of the remaining individuals were no longer important.
"Nether Abyss Ancestor, Elder Qingxu."
While the two communicated with divine thought, the Yin Flame Ancestor and his group also reached a basic consensus:
"With a formidable enemy nearby, we, the Human Race Cultivators, indeed should let go of past grievances and join forces against the enemy."
The Yin Flame Ancestor declared with a serious expression:
"However, with heavenly and earthly treasures, there’s a matter of first come, first served. The Mitian Sand was discovered by us first."
"You can retreat, but you need to leave half of the Mitian Sand!"
Clearly, they still harbored concerns, refusing to make any absolute commitments, only demanding half.
But even half, Zhang Yao and the Nether Abyss Ancestor were unwilling to just hand over. The latter immediately frowned and said:
"Half is too much, isn’t it?"
"Indeed."
Zhang Yao scanned across the other side, speaking in a calm tone:
"You all have just fought a fierce battle, and your condition doesn’t seem very good. Moreover, the Nether Abyss here is indeed fraught with danger..."
The Yin Flame Ancestor detected the implied threat in his words, his expression immediately becoming unpleasant as he said:
"Elder Qingxu, what do you mean by this? Do you think you can..."
Both sides were unyielding, exchanging verbal blows, before managing to reach a compromise after negotiating for nearly half an hour.
The Mitian Sand was divided as six to four; Zhang Yao and the Nether Abyss Ancestor’s side acquired sixty percent, whereas the Yin Flame Ancestor and his group’s side received forty percent - having just fought a fierce battle, they were indeed in poor condition, with some even severely injured, lacking confidence finally.
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