"Not good, she's going for the treasure!" Bai Yuan shouted, no longer holding back, the Buddha Dharma's hands continuously striking out.

Countless palm shadows hit Mao Yi and the black Dharma, as if the Buddha Dharma had grown a thousand hands.

Although Mao Yi tried his best to resist, he was still knocked back, flying away.

Bai Yuan forced Mao Yi back with one move, then turned and wanted to rush into the main hall to stop Ouyang Qiang.

A strange glint flashed in Mao Yi's eyes, and the black Dharma shot out black thunder from its eyes, instantly spreading to every part of the Dharma, and onto Mao Yi himself.

Mao Yi and the black Dharma vanished into thin air, reappearing the next moment to block Bai Yuan once more, not giving him any chance to break free.

"Mao Yi, you've really gone mad! Do you really think Ouyang Qiang will share the Pill King Pavilion inheritance with you after she gets it!" Bai Yuan shouted somewhat frantically.

Mao Yi laughed loudly without answering, while the black Dharma behind him erupted with intense black light, and a blinding white light suddenly shone from Mao Yi's palms.

The black and white lights intertwined, forming a huge Tai Chi yin and yang pattern, slowly rotating.

A force as overwhelming as a tidal wave burst from the Tai Chi yin and yang pattern, throwing Bai Yuan and Zhu Yu back outside the hall door.

While the three Dharma cultivators were battling outside the hall, Ouyang Qiang had already reached the table where the Pill King Secret Manual was placed, a hint of excitement on her face.

"Who goes there?" The corpse of the Yan Emperor in front of the Taishi Chair asked again.

Ouyang Qiang completely ignored his question, as the three fighting outside could rush in at any moment and she didn't have much time. She reached for the Pill King Secret Manual without hesitation.

An unprecedented, terrifying pressure erupted from the Yan Emperor's corpse, blowing up his robes, and his dry corpse even swelled as if regaining vitality.

"Audacious rogue! Who dares to steal my Pill King Pavilion inheritance!" The Yan Emperor's voice thundered throughout the hall.

At this moment, Ouyang Qiang was just a finger's width from the Pill King Secret Manual, but she suddenly stopped, unable to advance even an inch.

Everyone outside the hall heard the Yan Emperor's voice, and both Bai Yuan and Zhu Yu were startled. This

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Bai Yuan, anxious, shouted directly, "Mao Yi, if you keep blocking me, the Pill King Pavilion inheritance will be..."

Before he finished his sentence, he heard a loud explosion. Not far away, the palace doors suddenly opened, and Ouyang Qiang was thrown out like a ragdoll, retreating more than ten steps outside the hall before she barely stabilized, her expression filled with disbelief.

The battling trio of Mao Yi, Bai Yuan, and Zhu Yu all stopped simultaneously upon seeing this.

"It seems you're not here to inherit the Pill King Pavilion but to cause trouble!" The Yan Emperor walked out of the hall, his aura surging again, sweeping across the entire maze area like a hurricane, easily suppressing the momentum of Bai Yuan and the other three.

Bai Yuan, Zhu Yu, and others' expressions changed dramatically, but before they could react, cracks suddenly spread across the ground outside the palace with a "crack," and countless magma surged upward like a volcanic eruption, scorching heat and dust mingling with rising lava, coalescing into a towering Molten Rock Dharma Form twice the size of those of Mao Yi, Bai Yuan, and others.

"Is this... the Yan Emperor's Dharma Form? How is it possible? Isn't he already dead!" Bai Yuan's eyes widened.

Not far from him, Mao Yi showed a look of triumph, his strategy having succeeded, and with a change in his spell, his body became shrouded in black smoke, disappearing from before everyone's eyes.

"Those who forcibly seize the inheritance, die!" Before anyone could notice Mao Yi's actions, the Yan Emperor's Molten Rock Dharma Form suddenly spoke, emitting a deafening roar.

In the next instant, the Molten Rock Dharma Form raised its hand, and a great stone rod with flames swirling around its ends appeared in its grasp, which it then swung downward, sending a dense barrage of rod shadows, carrying lava and fierce flames, directly towards Ouyang Qiang.

Ouyang Qiang looked horrified and hurriedly chanted a spell to summon her Thunder and Lightning Dharma Form, pulling a bow and shooting a giant thunder arrow to meet the shadowy attack.

Thunder light and molten rod shadows collided, and amid an earth-shattering roar, they exploded into a dazzling light like the sun, swallowing both the Molten Rock Dharma Form and the Thunder Dharma Form, making it impossible for Bai Yuan and others to see the scene.

When the light faded, they were shocked to find that Ouyang Qiang's Thunder Dharma Form had its abdomen pierced by the stone rod, while Ouyang Qiang's body lay in a bloodied heap in a large pit, her life and death unknown.

"Just a corpse, how can it possess such power?" Zhu Yu was dumbfounded, retreating repeatedly.

"This Yan Emperor isn't called the pinnacle of the Dharma Phase for nothing. Even if just a corpse remains, none of us alone are a match for it. We must join forces... Wait, where's Mao Yi?" As Bai Yuan spoke, he suddenly realized, looking around but no trace of Mao Yi was to be found.

An ominous feeling seized his heart, and he immediately rubbed his eyes, causing them to burst with a large amount of golden light, scanning the surroundings.

Everything nearby was coated in a faint gold, with even the void not spared.

In the void near the left gate of the hall, a blurry black figure was moving swiftly towards the inside.

"Old rogue, don't think you can escape!" Bai Yuan snorted coldly, unleashing his full power.

The Buddha Dharma seated on the golden lotus platform behind him stood up for the first time, opened its once shut eyes, and a barrage of golden light beams shot towards the blurry figure.

Facing such an onslaught, how could the blurred figure dare to ignore it? Hastily stopping, he flicked his sleeve, and the black light that shrouded his form dissipated, revealing none other than Mao Yi. Behind him, a massive black Dharma Form took shape once more.

The Dharma Form raised both fists, colliding with the incoming Golden Light.

Mao Yi struck out hastily, unable to withstand the attack of Bai Yuan's golden Dharma Form, and was sent flying along with his Dharma Form.

Emperor Yan's gaze swept towards the two of them in anger, as the giant hands of the Molten Rock Dharma Form descended, striking towards Bai Yuan and Mao Yi respectively.

The two dared not take it head-on, dodging hastily.

At this moment, a large expanse of blue water light surged from Zhu Yu's body, while the giant beast Dharma Form above his head bellowed and spewed out a ten-thousand-foot water column downward.

The entire hall was instantly flooded, including Emperor Yan and the towering Molten Rock Dharma Form.

Water and fire don't mix, and with loud "sizzling" sounds, countless white mists appeared out of thin air, obscuring everyone's sight in the hall.

This white mist was no ordinary water mist, affecting the Divine Sense of everyone present, preventing them from clearly perceiving their surroundings.

Taking advantage of this, Zhu Yu transformed into an invisible phantom, blending into the water and heading straight for the Inheritance Hall.

He clearly had the same idea as Ouyang Qiang, intending to seize the "Pill King Secret Manual" amidst the chaos.

Just then, the eyes of the Molten Rock Dharma Form lit up with two burning flames, looking towards Zhu Yu in the water.

"For those who would steal the Pill King Pavilion Inheritance, death awaits!" Emperor Yan's voice once again echoed in all directions.

"He sensed me? My Mysterious Water Escape can hide my form and scent, and conceals all aura fluctuations. Coupled with the Soul Scattering Water Mist's effects, how is this possible!" Zhu Yu was shocked and immediately turned to flee.

The Molten Rock Dharma Form did not pursue but instead formed a seal with its hands before its chest.

Suddenly, a red light filled the vision of Zhu Yu, Bai Yuan, and Mao Yi. The surrounding hall vanished into thin air, and the three found themselves amidst a sea of flames, with nothing to support them above or below, surrounded by raging fires.

The severely injured Ouyang Qiang also appeared here, still unconscious.

In the center of the sea of fire loomed an imposing figure, none other than Emperor Yan of the Molten Rock Dharma Form.

"Is this an illusion?" Bai Yuan, remaining the calmest, gathered all his Soul Power in an attempt to break the illusion.

However, waves of intense heat swept over them, making even the Dharma Phase Cultivator-level individuals like Zhu Yu and his companions feel their bodies stinging as if their organs were burning, with Protective Body Mana ineffective as if it wasn't even there.

The Dharma Forms behind the three suddenly lost control and rapidly dissipated, collapsing within a few breaths. No matter how they tried to cast, they could not conjure it again.

It wasn't just the Dharma Forms; their Divine Sense and Mana were also confined within a foot outside their bodies, unable to break through despite their efforts.

"This isn't an illusion, it's...a Spiritual Domain!" Bai Yuan gasped, murmuring in disbelief.

"Impossible! A Spiritual Domain is a Divine Skill that only Mahayana cultivators can manifest. Emperor Yan could never have reached that realm in life!" Mao Yi exclaimed in disbelief, forgetting their recent deadly battle with Bai Yuan.

"No, this isn't a complete Spiritual Domain, otherwise we wouldn't be able to use Mana at all. Based on the Classics left by my ancestors, this is just a Fake Spirit Domain." Zhu Yu discerned the anomaly.

However, the expressions of Bai Yuan and Mao Yi showed no relief, as whether it was a true or fake Spiritual Domain, it was still beyond their capability to resist.

As they spoke, over a hundred volcano-like cracks suddenly appeared on the surface of the Molten Rock Dharma Form, spewing out vast amounts of magma.

Amidst the magma, fiery red iron chains wrapped in flames emerged like living snakes, shooting towards Mao Yi and the others.

Seeing this, Mao Yi and his companions immediately evaded, each casting their defensive spells.

However, the severely injured Ouyang Qiang, lying on the ground, had no means of resistance and was directly bound by the chains.

The situation of Mao Yi and the others wasn't much better. Even though Emperor Yan's incomplete Spiritual Domain made their mana operations unbearably sluggish and their movement speed drastically reduced, even their Divine Skills exhibited less than a tenth of their usual power.

In the blink of an eye, the three of them were entwined by the chains, their mana increasingly sluggish and stagnant.

Despite their desperate struggles, the effect was minimal, and despair crept across their faces.

At this moment, the flames on the red chains suddenly extinguished by more than half, and the fiery light within the surrounding Spiritual Domain dimmed considerably.

"Emperor Yan is but a corpse, incapable of sustaining this Fake Spirit Domain!" Mao Yi exclaimed with delight.

As he spoke, shadowy black light quietly crept along the chains binding him, constantly corroding them and causing rust spots to appear.