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Before the palace, Qin Feng halted his advance and scrutinized it carefully.

The construction of this palace was grand and imposing, with an extraordinary aura. It exuded simplicity amidst luxury and Dao rhythm within its nobility. There was also a vigorous force emitting from it, instilling a sense of respect and awe, compelling one to not take it lightly.

Qin Feng closed his eyes and suddenly felt as if the palace before him transformed into a colossal being—under the influence of that aura, it seemed not a building, but a living Kunpeng!

“Sigh…”

He exhaled softly after a long moment, releasing the oppression in his heart.

This place was truly worthy of being a cultivation site of an Ancient Great Power. Despite so many years having passed, he still managed to sense a trace of the Kunpeng’s essence the moment he closed his eyes.

This suggested just how formidable the strength of that member from the Kunpeng Clan was; to leave behind a mere lingering presence that could still so profoundly affect one’s heart after such an extended time spent in one location!

Since the grand doors of the palace before him were tightly closed, Qin Feng did not rashly enter but waited for other cultivators to take the lead and scout the path for him!

After all, this Grotto Heaven had been opened twice before, and surely people had entered in the past. The treasures that were once in plain sight had already been taken, so there was no need to rush ahead. It was better to let others take the lead and clarify any dangers ahead.

Clearly, he was not the only one with such thoughts.

Around him, more than a dozen people stood scattered, all cautiously observing their surroundings, waiting for others to go first!

It seemed that not everyone was drawn away by treasures elsewhere; these folks obviously knew that the most precious items were within this palace.

“Hmph, a bunch of cowards!”

A burly man with a single horn on his forehead strode forth with his head high, casting a scornful glance at the others, his tone thick with mockery.

Someone’s brows furrowed, revealing a look of displeasure. “It would be wise for the Black Jiao Dragon King to retract his words. Such recklessness – aren’t you afraid of a collective barrage by the crowd here and being slain on the spot?”

“Kill me? With just you lot, who can, who dares to kill me?”

The Black Jiao Dragon King laughed coldly, “You, you are not enough!”

His words clearly provoked anger, and immediately someone said coldly, “Does the Black Jiao Dragon King really think he can withstand an attack from all of us at once?”

“Of course not alone, but who said I came here by myself?”

The Black Jiao Dragon King sneered. As his words trailed off, more than ten members of the Demon Clan arrived steadily, each with an aura no weaker than the cultivators who were already there, all looking ferociously and intently at the cultivators before them.

“Moreover, who among you, fighting solo, could be my match?”

This Jiao Dragon clearly had a high opinion of himself: “Even if you joined forces to defeat me, I would take down several of you in a counterattack. Who among you would dare to court death?”

“Hmph!”

The crowd, though dissatisfied, did not move forward to argue further.

They did not wish to provoke a conflict over a groundless quarrel before even seeing the treasure.

Besides, as much as the words of the Black Jiao Dragon King irked everyone, they knew he spoke the truth.

This Evil Jiao Dragon possessed enormous talent; the Divine Skills inherited through his bloodline were terrifyingly powerful. He was well-known in the nearby Beiming Sea Domain, or he wouldn’t have managed to gather so many Great Demons to form an alliance.

The Black Jiao Dragon King sneered as he surveyed the crowd, then stepped forward directly. Demon Power surged into the Guiding Token in his hand, and immediately a Spirit Light shot forth from the token, casting directly onto the heavy palace doors. S~eaʀᴄh the Novelƒire(.)ne*t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Buzz…

As the Spirit Light touched it, the very spot seemed to become an illusion. The burly figure of the Black Jiao Dragon King flashed, entering straight along the direction of the Spirit Light, disappearing without a trace.

Bang!

Another figure followed closely, attempting to enter through the same spot as the burly man. Instead, they slammed violently against the grand palace doors, not only failing to enter but also sustaining a severe injury from the palace door’s Prohibition backlash!

“Ha ha ha ha…”

From the Demon Clan who had been following the Black Jiao Dragon King, laughter rang out, “Ignorance truly knows no fear. To dare storm the Cave Mansion where an Ancient Kunpeng Great Power secluded itself for cultivation, do you really think you are some formidable character?”

The cultivator who was injured by the palace door’s Prohibition looked at the mocking Demon Clan member but said nothing further; he didn’t even dare to linger and promptly turned into a Light Escape, leaving the area to seek a place to heal his injuries.

This Grotto Heaven was rich in various treasures from heaven and earth, with many undiscovered and unclaimed items. If this cultivator could find some choice materials or treasures by chance and quickly recover his strength, he could still partake in the struggle within the palace.

Otherwise, with his current injuries, he could only seek treasures on the outskirts and not even think about competing for what was within the palace.

Following closely behind the Black Jiao Dragon King, the ten or so members of the Demon Clan also took out their tokens, shooting out Spirit Light and entering one after another.

Cultivators from various human clan factions exchanged glances and followed suit, taking out their tokens and acting according to the rules.

Qin Feng, fearing an attack from the demon clan after entering, deliberately lagged behind for a moment, so that even if a fight did break out inside, there were other cultivators ahead who could bear the brunt, preventing him from being caught off guard.

Although his strength was enough to contend with great cultivators in the Primordial Spirit Realm, his own realm was still a level lower, and there was no need to attract too much attention. If the demon clan foresaw his great potential and decided to abandon everyone else just to single him out, wouldn’t that be troublesome!

However, all this careful planning seemed to be for naught. When he entered the interior of the palace, not to mention encountering an attack, he didn’t even see a single shadow.

Qin Feng shrugged his shoulders, not feeling the least bit embarrassed. After all, being cautious was never a mistake. Taking more precautions was always better than being rash and reducing one’s chances of survival.

He was standing in a huge plaza, behind which lay the grand hall, and further on, a series of small paths and corridors branched off in different directions.

A black and white light flickered in Qin Feng’s eyes as he activated his Great Divine Power, the Yin Yang Ghost Eye, and looked around only to find no prohibitions obstructing the square and its passageways. Then he started walking forward with ease.

Where had all the people who entered before him gone? Qin Feng looked around and, not seeing anyone else, didn’t rush his approach. He crossed the wide plaza in a few strides and arrived in front of the grand hall.

The hall doors stood wide open, not sealed, and there were no prohibitions to hinder entry.

However, the hall was heavily imbued with the residual presence of the Kunpeng, which even put pressure on Qin Feng with his current level of cultivation.

After he entered, Qin Feng quickly scanned the area only to find that anything that could be taken had long been claimed, leaving only an empty throne above, reflecting the former might of the great powers of the Kunpeng Clan.

The throne glowed with treasure light, clearly no ordinary item.

Unfortunately, it was surrounded by layers of prohibitions that were beyond the abilities of cultivators like them to solve.

Qin Feng shook his head, turned around, and exited the grand hall, venturing further down the nearest pathway.

Although the palace was constructed massively and majestically, its interior was rather simple, without much luxurious decoration. Along the way, there were some exotic plants and strange stones, yet the overall impression was one of grandeur, likely because the Kunpeng Clan, known for their large stature, had constructed it this way.

“Hmm?”

While walking, Qin Feng suddenly sniffed the air, catching a mysterious scent. Since advancing the “Azure Dragon Divine Technique” to the Dharma Image Realm, Qin Feng’s sensitivity had become exceptionally sharp. Even without employing the Smell Wind Skill, his sense of smell was acute enough to distinguish many aromas in the air.

Exotic fragrances in the palace, with its many exotic plants, were quite normal, but those that remained and had not been taken by previous cultivators were all protected by prohibitions. Because of these prohibitions, their floral and fruity scents could not travel far.

Yet Qin Feng suddenly smelled one from afar, suggesting that the source must be an exceptionally rare piece of divine medicine to produce such a phenomenon!

He moved swiftly, shrinking the ground to an inch beneath his feet, closing dozens of yards with every step, heading toward the direction of the scent.

It was not that he couldn’t use the “Thousand-Mile House” technique, but that he dared not rashly traverse the grounds; he only felt safe following the established paths, which meant that at most he could only step to the end of a path before turning and taking another route.

After a lot of meandering, he finally arrived at the source of the fragrance.

It was a pond located behind the rear hall.

There was a small tree in the pond, on which hung several bright red spirit fruits.

What type of fruit this was, Qin Feng did not know, but it was not only irresistibly fragrant but also exuding a strong Dao Rhythm that stirred the heart.

The Dao Rhythm was very conspicuous, indicating the spirit fruits were indeed rare.

Beyond the Dao Rhythm, the fruits even emitted wisps of blood-like aura, somewhat similar to the Qi Blood Power within a cultivator’s body. It appeared these spirit fruits not only had the benefit of enhancing one’s Dao Cultivation but could also aid in Body Cultivation, advancing one’s Blood Power and Body Refining Realm—a truly valuable treasure!

However, Qin Feng did not reach out to pick the spirit fruits, nor had the cultivators and great demons who arrived before him made any move to do so.

Seeing this, Qin Feng knew there must be something unusual about these fruits. Otherwise, the mere overflowing Dao Rhythm would be enough to incite everyone to scramble for them. How could it be so eerily quiet?

Just then, a Daoist appeared in the distance.

As soon as the old Daoist rounded the corner into view of the pond, he spotted the spiritual tree and its fruits. At first, he was overjoyed, but his expression quickly changed as he exclaimed, “How could there be Life-Stealing Fruit here?”

“What? Life-Stealing Fruit?”

Qin Feng was instantly alarmed, now understanding why the fruits had seemed so peculiar.

The Life-Stealing Fruit, like the Heavenly Connecting Lotus, was cultivated through ancient secret techniques from before the Ancient Times.

And the method of planting Life-Stealing Fruit was even more brutal than that of the Heavenly Connecting Lotus, requiring the seeds to be sown within a body to seize all the host’s vitality, Qi Blood, and Dao Rhythm, nourishing the plant to bear divine fruits!

Though brutal, the method was extremely effective. During the Ancient Great Tribulation, some Demon Dao Cultivators captured many from the Righteous Path and sowed Life-Stealing Fruits in them, quickly raising a large number of powerful Demon Cultivators, which even led to significant calamity!