Chapter 586

Chapter 586: The First Layer is Broken

The great formation materialized, splitting space into millions of shimmering fragments.

Ye Yun stared at the spatial array before him, feeling dizzy. Despite his grasp of spatial laws, he couldn’t decipher the array’s workings.

"It’s right behind this array," Ancestor of the Sword Path’s voice abruptly cut through.

Ye Yun froze, then brightened. "Brother Jian, you mean your treasure’s hidden there?"

"Exactly!" the Ancestor urged.

Ye Yun inhaled deeply, peering through the layered spaces. If true, retrieving the treasure from the third layer might greatly restore the Ancestor’s fragmented soul.

"Be cautious. This array’s unnatural—I can’t find an entry path," warned the Ancestor. Though only One-third of his soul remained, his spatial mastery far surpassed most. Yet now, even locating an entrance eluded him.

Ye Yun nodded. His spatial knowledge paled next to the Ancestor’s, but his unparalleled purity in law comprehension often revealed truths at a glance.

After standing motionless for two hours, Ye Yun’s eyes sharpened. He strode decisively toward the array’s edge.

Sudden clamor erupted—dozens of voices approached the Ice Tower’s exterior.

Ye Yun paused, halting his entry.

"Found it! The Ice Tower from the array eye records—the second layer’s treasure vault!" someone shouted excitedly. Cheers and weary sighs followed as twenty-four Golden Core disciples arrived, a full day behind Ye Yun.

"Surprising they cracked the first layer’s array eye," Ye Yun muttered, brow furrowed.

"The Saint’s Secret Vault arrays spare some mercy," the Ancestor remarked. "Else these Golden Core ants wouldn’t have passed."

"Twenty-four survivors… Did the rest perish?" Ye Yun scanned the crowd, noting Murong Wuqing and Ding Qian’s absence. Given their skills, neither would fall easily.

"Most likely dead. Surviving requires brains, not just brawn," the Ancestor grunted.

Ye Yun eyed the shimmering spatial array, delaying his entry. At Golden Core second layer’s peak, his enhanced spirit perception—boosted by absorbing the second layer’s Ice Spirit Qi—let him covertly monitor the lower floors.

The Ice Tower doors groaned open. Piercing shrieks followed as frigid air engulfed the frontrunners. Those who hesitated froze solid, barely escaping spiritual annihilation.

"This cold could slaughter most Golden Core cultivators!"

"We’re tribulation-tested elites, yet almost perished!"

"The Saint’s treasures must be real! Defensive artifacts out—advance carefully!"

Clutching protective charms, the disciples inched inward. Ye Yun smirked—they’d find the first layer barren.

Satisfied no Nascent Soul experts lurked nearby, Ye Yun stepped into the spatial array. The fractured spaces whirled violently before vanishing, restoring the third layer’s emptiness.

Rainbow-hued space power swirled around him. Each strand offered teleportation potential—how supreme experts crossed thousand miles instantly. Though Ye Yun understood spatial shifting basics, his current body couldn’t endure crossing miles. True teleportation used spatial nodes through turbulent currents; weak flesh meant disintegration.

Ye Yun stood still, eyes shut. Forward motion meant nothing here. Instead, he expanded his spirit perception, embracing the spatial currents to find the hidden path.