CHAPTER 451: CHAPTER 249: THE CRIMSON ABYSS IS OPENING AGAIN!_2

Everyone nodded upon hearing this, expressing their admiration for Lu Junyi’s wisdom.

Under Lu Junyi’s guidance, they slowly advanced deeper into the Red Cloud Abyss.

In this Red Cloud Abyss, disciples from various sects were tirelessly exploring and competing for resources, whereas the Holy Pill Sect stood apart, using wisdom and patience as their weapons, waiting for the optimal moment.

As they delved further into the abyss, the surrounding crimson clouds grew denser, as though a formidable force was hindering their progress. Yet, whether it was the bravery of the Mad Saber Sect, the cunning of the Thousand Poison Sect, the perseverance of the Giant Sword Sect, the radiance of the Haoyang Sect, or the wisdom of the Holy Pill Sect, all were striving to overcome these obstacles and move toward the treasure deep within.

After advancing over a hundred miles, the crimson mist gradually dissipated, revealing a lush and verdant world.

Before them stretched a vast forest, where ancient trees towered skyward, intertwined vines crisscrossed the landscape, and exotic flowers and plants adorned the scenery.

Sunlight filtered through gaps in the foliage, forming iridescent streams of light, akin to an immortal realm.

In the distance, peaks soared into the clouds, shrouded in mist, with mysterious pavilions faintly visible among them.

A crystal-clear stream meandered through the area, its gentle sound resonating, flanked by peculiar rocks that resembled a natural bonsai arrangement.

By the stream grew a massive Lingzhi, radiating a faint spiritual glow.

"The Lingzhi belongs to our Thousand Poison Sect!" shouted a disciple of the Thousand Poison Sect, who rode a Night Charm Blood Crow in a mad dash, fearful of being outpaced and losing the Divine Medicine to others.

Occasional strange birds and beasts darted across the sky, their feathers brilliant and shapes diverse, accompanied by crisp and melodious calls.

This world was brimming with vitality and mystery, seemingly concealing countless secrets waiting to be uncovered.

Everything here had become so fantastical and breathtaking, captivating the visitors and rendering it almost impossible to leave.

Suddenly, a bronze coffin materialized in the sky, exuding an aura of mystery and antiquity.

This drew the attention of everyone present.

The members of Mad Saber Sect, Thousand Poison Sect, Giant Sword Sect, and Haoyang Sect immediately abandoned their original paths, redirecting all their efforts to chase after the fleeting coffin.

"That coffin must contain priceless treasures!"

The Sect Leader of Mad Saber Sect’s eyes gleamed with frantic excitement, and with a commanding shout, his disciples flew like arrows from a bow, racing toward the coffin.

The elder of the Thousand Poison Sect let out a cold laugh:

"Priceless treasures? Those belong to our Thousand Poison Sect!" With a swift movement, he dissolved into black smoke and followed closely behind the Mad Saber Sect.

The disciples of the Giant Sword Sect wielded colossal swords, cleaving through obstacles with unwavering determination.

Their faces were marked with steadfastness and resolve, as they swore to seize that mysterious coffin.

The disciples of Haoyang Sect relied on their powerful spells to swiftly traverse the clouds.

Their sole target was the bronze coffin.

Amidst the chaotic scramble, the people of Holy Pill Sect remained conspicuously calm.

Lu Junyi stood motionless, a faint smile gracing his face, as though everything was within his grasp.

"Elder, why aren’t we fighting to seize the coffin?"

A disciple of the Holy Pill Sect couldn’t hold back his question, his voice tinged with urgency.

Lu Junyi gently shook his head, his gaze profound:

"Fight? That’s mere superficial glitter. True treasures are often hidden behind such facades. There is no need for haste."

These words left the disciples exchanging bewildered looks, but upon seeing Lu Junyi’s composed demeanor, they gradually quieted down.

"Boom!"

The battle over the coffin had grown increasingly intense.

The saber lights of Mad Saber Sect intertwined with the poisonous mist of Thousand Poison Sect, forming a breathtaking spectacle.

The swords of Giant Sword Sect slashed through the clouds, while the spells of Haoyang Sect sparkled across the skies.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"

"Clang, clang, clang..."

Unable to contain himself, Wen Mingyan soared into the sky, wielding the Green Blood Sword and unleashing strike after strike of ferocious attacks.

Lu Junyi was his brother-in-law and also the Great Elder of Holy Pill Sect, yet Wen Mingyan never gave him any special treatment, driven solely by his own path.

"Haha, the treasures inside this coffin must be extraordinary—they belong to me!"

A brawny man from Mad Saber Sect swung his massive battle axe toward the glowing coffin, his face consumed with madness and greed.

Meanwhile, the Holy Pill Sect’s team remained exceptionally composed.

They refrained from rashly joining the skirmish, instead shifting their focus to the surrounding area rich with heavenly materials and earthly treasures.

"Hmph, Holy Pill Sect members truly are cowards! Facing such a treasure, they retreat in cowardice!"

A Mad Saber Sect disciple mocked loudly, his eyes filled with disdain.

"Cowards? You’re utterly shortsighted." Lu Junyi smiled faintly, his tone laced with condescension,

"The true treasures lie not in that coffin, but in the rare wonders scattered across this land."

"Lu Junyi, are you mocking us? Do you think your Holy Pill Sect is somehow superior to the rest of us?"

A female disciple of Thousand Poison Sect glared angrily, her voice sharp.

Lu Junyi shook his head and replied indifferently, "I am not mocking you—I am merely stating a fact. You only see the obvious allure of the treasures while neglecting the true essence of this world’s wonders."

As the verbal skirmish escalated, the competition for treasures grew fiercer.

A thousand-year-old Lingzhi, hundreds-year-old mystical ginseng, rare divine fruits... these highly coveted medicinal treasures were effortlessly harvested by the disciples of Holy Pill Sect.

"Look! Mystical Artifacts are flying out from the sky!"

Suddenly, someone let out a surprised cry.

Everyone looked up to see several mystical artifacts glimmering brightly in the sky, slowly drifting toward them.

"Hehe, this time the treasure is mine!"

Linghu Qingwan from Giant Sword Sect giggled and launched into the air, darting straight toward the artifacts.

Just as he was about to grasp the artifact, a green silhouette suddenly appeared before him, casually snatching the artifact away.

The figure was none other than Gu Sheng, who wielded the Great Moon Pupil Skill, Snake Breath Skill, and Shadow Concealment, making him nearly undetectable during his actions.

"Impossible?!"

The disciple of Giant Sword Sect exclaimed in disbelief.

"Gu Sheng, how dare you snatch my treasure!" Linghu Qingwan cried out in anger.

Gu Sheng merely smiled faintly and replied, "Treasures belong to those destined for them. You lack the fate; naturally, you cannot obtain them."

"You..." Linghu Qingwan erupted in fury and charged toward Gu Sheng.

"The treasure may not be destined for you, but I recall we shared a moment of destiny..."

Gu Sheng deliberately taunted her, diverting Linghu Qingwan’s attention.

Recalling the Drunken Immortal Inn and the scene where she embraced Gu Sheng, Linghu Qingwan’s face flushed a deep red, her expression becoming an even brighter shade of crimson.

In the sky, the coffin suddenly emitted an even more dazzling light, as if signaling the emergence of an even greater treasure.

"The coffin is about to open! Quick, seize it with all your might!"

The crowd lunged wildly toward the coffin, obsessed with the imminent unveiling of its secrets.

At that moment, the Holy Pill Sect team abruptly halted.

"Lu Junyi, why aren’t you acting?" asked a puzzled disciple from Haoyang Sect.

Lu Junyi took a deep breath, his gaze filled with profound wisdom: "True treasures aren’t defined by competition. What we seek as members of Holy Pill Sect lies in harmony with the universe, not fleeting victories."

As the coffin slowly opened, a wave of powerful energy swept across the site.

When everyone eagerly peered inside the coffin’s interior, they discovered it was completely empty.

"What... what’s going on?"

The crowd erupted in shock.

While the coffin was empty, the Holy Pill Sect disciples carried heavenly materials and mystical artifacts aplenty, their faces radiant with contentment and joy.

"It seems the real treasures are already in our hands."

Lu Junyi said with a smile.

"Buzz..."

With a slight hum, the coffin’s light shone brilliantly, its lid closing automatically before shooting off into the distance like a streak of light.

Wen Mingyan and other powerful individuals attempted to chase it, but it was already too late.

"Whoosh!"

Zhu Meng of Mad Saber Sect swung a mighty slash, his blade aura cleaving toward the coffin. Yet the attack vanished without a trace, akin to a stone sinking into the sea.

"It appears this treasure is beyond the grasp of our generation!"

Linghu Xuanchong’s face was filled with regret.

The Red Cloud Abyss only opened once every hundred years, so this sentiment wasn’t entirely unreasonable.

Still, as cultivators, many had lived for centuries, and witnessing several openings of the abyss was not an uncommon occurrence.