The Formless Ancient Race, an ancient secret realm...
Mountains eroded, rivers dried up, all things decayed.
Air currents suddenly stirred up gray dust, swirling around.
In the sand, "Fourth Uncle" Tang Xiaoping was standing.
In front of him was a broken stone tablet.
The stone tablet was extremely sturdy, as if protected by some strange force, hidden, and he wouldn’t have discovered it if he hadn’t walked up to it.
Moreover, this tablet couldn’t be copied or inscribed; it could only be studied for cultivation.
At this moment, he was staring intently at the ancient characters on the stone tablet.
"Chenggen Mountain, so it can be used in reverse, intersecting with the sky, allowing one to merge not only with the earth but also with the wind?"
"Is that possible?"
Tang Xiaoping muttered intermittently, growing more and more excited.
Since the day he tested with that youngster, he seemed to have sparked inspiration.
In this life, he no longer pursued the Divine Infant Realm, having lived more than half of the Purple Mansion’s millennium lifespan. What he tirelessly sought was these ancient secret techniques.
Now, he discovered an opportunity to advance further, like a youth seeing his first love, unable to look away.
"Mountain is earth, wind belongs to wood; if earth and wood in the Five Elements can fuse, could more be fused?"
"If more could be fused..."
Tang Xiaoping could no longer imagine.
"Did people in ancient times really cultivate such magic?"
"Are there even more comprehensive, more systematic magic techniques?"
"For what purpose did they cultivate these techniques?"
"Were they just as obsessed as I am, solely researching?"
Countless thoughts flooded into his mind like a dam bursting.
And just then, he suddenly felt the entire secret realm start to tremble.
The realm, already turning to dust, began to experience a cracking sensation. The land’s surface split open, quickly forming a ravine, with sand and dust from the decayed mountains and rivers rapidly pouring into it.
In the sky above the secret realm, gray clouds had formed into a vortex, with strands of red lightning snakes rapidly darting through the gray cloud threads.
Tang Xiaoping recognized the terrifying red lightning, his pupils shrinking, exclaiming: "Celestial tribulation!! How is this possible?!"
This wasn’t the "minor celestial tribulation" for "passing the late stage of the Purple Mansion realm," but a genuine celestial tribulation.
If a "minor celestial tribulation" was a small fruit knife, the current celestial tribulation was a giant Dragon Slaying Saber!
"How did this happen?"
"I’m afraid this secret realm can’t withstand it!"
Faced with this sudden change, Tang Xiaoping couldn’t think much more and wanted to quickly grab the ancient stone tablet inscribed with "Profound Mountain Nine Stacks," "Chenggen Mountain Technique," and "Three Steps to Heaven" and escape.
He hadn’t previously taken it for fear of ruining the ancient stone tablet by forcefully handling it. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢


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