Checking in for 100,000 Years Chapter 1262: Your Speed Isn’t Bad

"Damn, this restriction is too strong!"

"Ma De, why is it completely different from the restriction down the mountain? We’ve lost so many people, yet still haven’t suppressed it!"

"Things are looking grim..."

The faces of many cultivators changed dramatically, and facing such a stubborn restriction, they all felt a sense of dread in their hearts.

Buzz buzz!

The void began to tremble violently again.

Like a tidal wave, it rolled towards the crowd.

"Keep suppressing it!"

The leading elder in black roared, and the other cultivators reluctantly launched a frenzied attack.

The restriction was once again suppressed.

"Fellow disciples, if we cannot suppress the restriction, I’m afraid we won’t escape unscathed and will all be killed by it today."

The elder in black said solemnly, his face dark.

"We understand!"

Everyone nodded, their expressions became very somber.

This strange, mysterious restriction, once activated, was like a bone attached to the body that couldn’t be shaken off.

Even if they wanted to escape now, they couldn’t outrun the restriction’s speed.

The best way now was to keep using their flesh and blood to suppress it.

Continually throwing people at it.

Until the restriction was completely broken.

Boom boom...

Figures charged forward resolutely and tragically, like moths flying into the flame, self-destructing amid the trembling void.

Flesh flew everywhere, perishing together with the shaking void.

After losing more than two hundred people in succession.

The trembling of the void finally ceased, which also meant that the restriction was completely broken.

With the disappearance of the restriction.

In the distance, three small green trees appeared, their tops bearing bright and dripping Mysterious Yin Zhu Fruits, all of eight thousand years old.

"It was too difficult..."

The elder in black sighed, his expression complex, a mix of tragic and faint joy.

In order to obtain these three eight-thousand-year-old Mysterious Yin Zhu Fruits, they had lost nearly three hundred fellow disciples.

The loss was too severe.

But there was no other way, if they didn’t completely suppress the restriction, none of them would have escaped, the final outcome might have been total annihilation.

Now that some people were still alive, it was a blessing in disguise.

"It seems that the opportunity on this Holy Mountain is not destined for us..."

Cradling the three eight-thousand-year-old Mysterious Yin Zhu Fruits, the elder in black couldn’t express his bitterness, and after a long sigh, he slowly turned away.

"Senior Yin Emperor, we take our leave!"

The elder in black said in a low voice.

Then, without waiting for a response from the Yin Emperor, he took the remaining disciples and quickly flew away from the place on their Celestial Boat.

"Farewell, friends!"

Waving lightly, the Yin Emperor smiled indifferently, not caring about the departure of these minor pawns.

Besides the teams of Ye Yun and the Imitation Mirror.

The other seventy factions had lost more than half their personnel in this attempt to break the restriction.

The losses were grievous.

Even though they finally obtained the Mysterious Yin Zhu Fruits, their hearts were still filled with extreme pain and sorrow.

After weighing the situation multiple times.

All these people left the Holy Mountain by Celestial Boat.

There was no other choice.

The few remaining people were simply unable to break the restriction.

At the moment of departure.

Everyone realized that greed had become their downfall, as they fell into the Yin Emperor’s trap for the sake of a few Mysterious Yin Zhu Fruits.

Knowing it was a pit, they still charged right in without hesitation, ultimately suffering heavy losses.

The few eight-thousand-year-old Mysterious Yin Zhu Fruits they got couldn’t remotely compensate for the huge loss of personnel.

...

On the entire Holy Mountain, there were now only a mere dozen or so people left.

The young man and Gu Anran formed one group.

The Daluo Sword Palace’s twelve-person squad was the other.

As for the Yin Emperor, he followed silently on the Holy Mountain.

"Almost there! There are only a few restrictions left inside the Holy Mountain! These two teams are evenly matched, they should soon break through these restrictions..."

The Yin Emperor thought to himself.

He hadn’t expected the strength of these two teams to be so astounding.

That God King Level young man, relying on a life-bound magical artifact, conquered obstacles all the way, breaking restrictions effortlessly.

And the white-clad Sword Cultivator from Daluo Sword Palace, whose swordsmanship was unusually powerful; despite not having a high cultivation base, his swordsmanship had already reached a profound level.

"One Sword Breaks Ten Thousand Laws."

Such powerful restrictions couldn’t withstand the might of his sword.

"In this Divine Land, truly mighty talents emerge; the sea of blood feud I bear, I fear I can never repay in this lifetime..."

The Yin Emperor suddenly sighed, his expression turning desolate.

Indeed.

He also bore an unimaginable blood feud.

When he fell here back then, it was this place’s mysterious nature that shaped his current Yin Spirit Body.

Though he was now at the God King Stage Six, seemingly very powerful, he had a very clear understanding of the Divine Land’s might.

His strength was still too weak.

...

The eight-thousand-year-old Mysterious Yin Zhu Fruits were swept away by the two teams.

"There’s more ahead..."

Ye Yun stood in the mist, looking ahead with great interest.

He had acquired over a hundred eight-thousand-year-old Mysterious Yin Zhu Fruits.

All together, they added up to eighty thousand years in age.

Though the Mysterious Yin Zhu Fruit’s effects were good.

It couldn’t be taken indefinitely; its effects would greatly diminish with increased usage.

Ye Yun firmly believed that relying on some natural treasures for rapid advancement wasn’t the most reliable method of cultivation.

Even if the cultivation base increased, the foundation would not be solid, creating a clear disparity in combat strength compared to cultivators who steadily advanced.

After walking a few dozen yards, Ye Yun looked at the mist ahead and suddenly swung his sword.

Boom!

The Blood Spirit Ban within the mist was shattered by his sword.

"So strong!"

The Yin Emperor behind saw this and his pupils contracted tightly.

Now on the verge of reaching the summit.

The strength of the restrictions here was at least comparable to the Divine King Realm.

Yet this white-clad Sword Cultivator could still break through with a single sword.

The terror of such swordsmanship, if not witnessed firsthand, would be hard to believe.

After breaking the Blood Spirit Ban, Ye Yun looked at the few green saplings behind and smiled again.

A ten-thousand-year-old Mysterious Yin Zhu Fruit!

This was the oldest Mysterious Yin Zhu Fruit on the Holy Mountain, also the most effective.

"Did I see that right, there’s even a ten-thousand-year-old one?"

Looking at the green saplings, Liu Yingying rubbed her eyes in amazement.

"So powerful, is this really a ten-thousand-year-old Mysterious Yin Zhu Fruit?"

Zhou Xiaoqian exclaimed.

The other junior sisters also cast envious glances.

Liu Yingying came to her senses and sighed softly: "Let’s not envy, the restriction guarding the ten-thousand-year-old Mysterious Yin Zhu Fruit must be unimaginably strong, and senior brother has probably paid a high price to break it..."

"Indeed!"

The beautiful women all nodded, their expressions becoming serene.

The previous restrictions had caused heavy losses among the major powers; they now realized that even a single restriction on the Holy Mountain was unbelievably powerful.

Now, as they were about to reach the summit, there appeared a ten-thousand-year-old Mysterious Yin Zhu Fruit in the mist—the strength of the guarding restriction could only be imagined.

Since the senior brother had the ability to break through the restriction.

Then these ten-thousand-year-old Mysterious Yin Zhu Fruits deserved to belong to him alone.

Picking the Mysterious Yin Zhu Fruits from the tree, Ye Yun remained calm and continued forward, breaking the Blood Spirit Ban all the while, and continually harvesting Mysterious Yin Zhu Fruits.

In another direction.

The young man and Gu Anran did not stop their steps, also continually breaking the Blood Spirit Ban, harvesting numerous ten-thousand-year-old Mysterious Yin Zhu Fruits.

The booming sounds suddenly ceased.

At the peak of the Holy Mountain.

Two teams, Ye Yun’s and the young man’s, from different directions, almost reached the summit simultaneously.

"Kid, your speed isn’t slow!"

The young man looked at the Daluo Sword Palace’s team, licked his lips, and took big strides forward.