The continuous flow of water source power entered his witch vein, transforming into water element witch power.

…

In the cave, the faint sound of devouring water source power echoed, yet it was all blocked by the surrounding witch talisman barrier.

At the cave entrance, three bored Xiaoyang Myriarchs occasionally glanced down at the hollow below.

“I wonder when Lord Muo Ming will finish his cultivation.”

The one who spoke was Muo Ming, who was happy to serve as a guard for the clan’s wizards.

However, the other two Xiaoyangs were not as pleased, for Muo Ming was not a wizard of their branch.

If it weren’t for the alliance among the three main branches to advance and retreat together, they wouldn’t have come at all.

Mu Pi looked up and replied, “Breaking through to Tier Four Great Witch isn’t that easy, even if Lord Muo Ming is a disciple of the Great Witch Priest, it still depends on some luck.”

Muo Ming rolled his eyes at Mu Pi.

As for Qiu Ze, who was lying sideways snoring nearby, he couldn’t have cared less about the competitive talk between the two.

At this moment, the three Xiaoyang Myriarchs hadn’t noticed a faint divine sense floating around.

In the underground tunnel, Shen Can’s divine sense, being constantly bounced back by the surroundings, decided to change direction and was cast into the central tent of the camp.

Unexpectedly, he did make a discovery.

A Tier Three Peak Wizard of the Xiaoyang Race, breaking through here?

The three guarding Myriarchs were all Celestial Vein Seventh Layer; such defense levels seemed inadequate before him.

Underground, Shen Can quietly observed with his divine sense, but no matter how he probed, he couldn’t sense any Xiaoyang Martial Artist stronger than the three Myriarchs.

No Tier Four ones came, which was normal; even the Tier Four Xiaoyang were in standoff with Jishan and Yanran divisions.

But how come there was no Celestial Vein Ninth Layer?

Even Luo Feng had support.

The Tier Three Peak Wizard’s status was no less than that of someone like Luo Feng.

Over the next few days, Shen Can carefully inspected the surroundings multiple times, confirming that indeed there were no Celestial Vein Ninth Layer Xiaoyang Martial Artists around.

Thinking about it, the Xiaoyang Wizard cultivating here, being a Tier Three Peak, likely didn’t see the need for a Celestial Vein Ninth Layer protector.

Unless, there were secretly concealed martial artists within the sealed underground caves.

…

Below Dragon Landing Ferry.

Shen Can’s divine sense found a crack deep within the earth, and following it, he understood what was repelling his divine sense.

A witch talisman barrier.

The barrier wasn’t large, about seven to eight zhang in diameter.

Cautiously approaching the barrier, Shen Can’s divine sense landed on the barrier’s witch talismans, recording every witch rune comprising the barrier.

This ancient-flavored barrier wasn’t static; the witch runes within the flickering profound light were constantly changing.

[You expend ten years of life force to begin reorganizing the water element witch runes, altering their combinations multiple times without success.

However, you remain unfazed, understanding all the witch runes; deriving them is just a matter of time.

You invest another thirty years of life force, failing repeatedly, yet gradually gaining a deeper understanding of the layout of this water element barrier.

After another fifty years, you succeed, and a water element sky curtain appears before you; you have successfully deduced the Black Water Profound Light Curtain.]

…

“Just one figure?”

Having comprehended the combination of the profound light barrier, Shen Can’s divine sense merged into the light curtain barrier, instantly revealing the vague Xiaoyang silhouette beyond the water curtain.

Simultaneously.

Muo Ming, in midst of cultivation, suddenly awoke, expanding his divine sense around.

He seemed to have felt being watched.

But the Black Water Profound Light Curtain before him, left by the Yongshan Bo Division over eight thousand years ago, was now hardly practiced in Yongyi.

After sensing for a moment, Xuanming withdrew his divine sense, thinking perhaps he was overthinking the breakthrough to Tier Four.

…

“So vigilant.”

Shen Can quietly retracted his divine sense; no wonder this Xiaoyang dared to cultivate without strong guards—its own power was formidable enough.

This barrier truly was formidable; even though he had comprehended its profound operations, it was still tricky to break through.

The entire barrier emanated a faint, indistinct dragon power.

…

Beside Guimu River.

Shen Can stood with his hands behind his back, looking toward Dragon Landing Ferry.

In total, there were five hundred elite Xiaoyang clan soldiers, including thirteen Celestial Vein Martial Artists, among them three Myriarch-grade Xiaoyangs; the rest were strong in the Mountain Opening Realm.

Then there was the Tier Three Peak Xiaoyang Wizard they were protecting.

Such a prime cultivation spot, allowing the Xiaoyang to use it seemed wasteful to Shen Can, feeling it should belong to him.

Withholding his gaze, he stepped toward the Bronze War Chariot.

This Bronze War Chariot, a Tier Three Top-Grade witch artifact, was a true battlefield engine of destruction.

The entire Luo River Bo Division had only two such chariots, allegedly passed down from the expeditions with the Yongshan Bo Division against Xiaoyang.

Luo Feng could drive the chariot because it belonged to their main lineage.

If not for his safety, it wouldn’t normally be brought out.

Attempts to replicate it in the Luo River Bo Division resulted in chariots of much lower grade than the Bronze War Chariot.

Even so, the two Bronze War Chariots in the division didn’t allow their martial artists to unleash full combat potential.

The chariot was adorned with Kui Ox war patterns.

At first sight, Shen Can felt this chariot was meant for him.

It was just too fitting.

And when first encountering this chariot, he attempted to steer it.

If the witch runes on the chariot were activated, it would manifest a Kui Ox Divine Form twenty zhang in size, stirring wind, cloud, and vapor in all directions as it charged forth.

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