Chen Ping deliberately revealed only the aura of a fifth-grade Human Immortal. On a battlefield where even Heavenly Immortals were freely exchanging blows, he looked utterly insignificant.
A few blood-crazed cultivators glanced his way, sensed his mere fifth-grade Human Immortal realm, curled their lips in disdain, and completely ignored the trash who was lucky enough to cower in a corner. They turned to seek worthier opponents instead.
“Fight. The harder, the better.”
Chen Ping sneered inwardly.
He was happy to remain idle. While circulating his technique to consolidate the cultivation he had just restored and slightly improved through the Nine-Revolution Elixir, he carefully studied the four stone lions and the operating pattern of the entire guardian formation.
Some sharp-eyed cultivators also noticed him. Seeing him hide so timidly, they could not resist mocking him.
“Hey! That shrinking brat, a fifth-grade Human Immortal dares wade into these waters? You truly court death!”
“Hurry home and suckle at your mother’s breast! This is no place for you!”
“Just a waste of space, an eyesore!”
Faced with the taunts, Chen Ping did not even bother to raise an eyelid. He ignored them completely.
Most of his mind was immersed in the subtle connection between the dragon crystal at his chest and the Demon-Suppressing Tower.
The Scarlet Cloud Demon Lord laughed in his sea of consciousness. “A pack of idiots, still unaware they’re marching to their graves. Kid, you certainly keep your cool.”
Chen Ping replied, “Arguing with them wastes breath. When clam and snipe grapple, the fisherman profits. We wait until they have injured each other severely, or… until the way in reveals itself.”
He felt the dragon crystal against his chest growing hotter and hotter, as though an invisible channel were forming between it and the tower.
The four stone lions seemed to react to the crystal’s aura. The spatial pressure they emitted developed a strange “affinity” towards him; it no longer repelled him as firmly as it did the others.
The melee continued for nearly an hour.
Every faction had suffered heavy casualties. Those still on their feet were mostly wounded, their auras weakened.
Even the several Heavenly Immortals, having restrained and clashed with one another, were greatly exhausted.
The guardian formation remained solid, yet under sustained bombardment it rippled violently.
Just when everyone was drained, temporarily ceased fighting, and stood glaring warily at each other while pondering how to break the array next,
Chen Ping moved!
Like a leopard that had lain in wait for ages, his figure turned into a faint shadow that almost merged with space. Instead of charging straight at the gate, he traced a profound trajectory, rapidly circling the four stone lions once.
As he passed, the eerie light in the lions’ eyes flickered briefly. The invisible spatial barrier parted like water, willingly opening a narrow gap for him!
“Huh? What’s that kid doing?”
“How… how is he getting close to the formation?”
“Not good! He’s going in!”
Someone finally realised and shouted in shock and fury.
But it was too late!
Chen Ping’s figure flashed before the tower gate and vanished, like a drop of water merging into the sea, disappearing in an instant.
The parted spatial barrier instantly closed again, firmly blocking the hasty spell attacks that followed.
The entire chaotic battlefield suddenly fell silent.
Everyone stared dumbstruck at the tightly shut gate of the Demon-Suppressing Tower and the four stone lions that still radiated cold, majestic pressure.
That brat they had mocked, ignored, and dismissed as a nobody who had only come to watch, a mere fifth-grade Human Immortal… had simply strolled inside?
“How… how did he do that?”
“Did he find a flaw in the formation?”
“Damn it! We fought and bled while an ant slipped in and reaped the reward!”
“Bastard! When he comes out, we’ll tear him into ten thousand pieces!”
Roars of rage, regret, and jealousy echoed through the rift valley, but for now they could only vent their powerless fury and stare helplessly at the Demon-Suppressing Tower, with no other recourse.
