High Martial Arts: I Awaken a Low-Tier Martial System Chapter 1271: Profound Nether Ancestor, Ancient God’s Will (Two-in-One Vote Request)

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Jiang Ye forces Burn Mountain to swear fealty via a soul contract. Burn Mountain then reveals knowledge of a treasure that can help Jiang Ye break through to the Divine Body Realm's peak and leads them toward it. Meanwhile, Mo Yuan, second on the Celestial Battle Civilization's New God List, receives a final message from the deceased Ye Lan, indicating Ye Jiang has split from his main force and is heading into the Chaos, prompting Mo Yuan to add Ye Jiang to his list of targets.

Burn Mountain led the way ahead, passing through layers of chaotic mist.

Jiang Ye followed closely behind, with Bai Qing and Zhao Tianji flanking him on either side, placing Burn Mountain in the middle.

The four of them traversed the chaotic airflow for about half an hour, the surrounding fog growing thicker, and the suppression of the laws becoming increasingly terrifying.

Zhao Tianji frequently glanced back, always feeling as though something was trailing them.

But he saw nothing.

“We’ve arrived.”

Burn Mountain suddenly halted and pointed downward.

The chaotic mist dispersed, revealing a broken island within their sight.

The island was small, approximately a few thousand miles in circumference, floating deep in chaos, surrounded by no continental fragments, isolated and drifting alone.

The vegetation on the island had long since withered, the ground littered with ancient weathered ruins.

Broken stone pillars, collapsed halls, shattered statues… everything spoke of the land’s former glory and the desolation forgotten by time.

“Hmm?” Jiang Ye slightly raised his brows.

With his keen perception, upon stepping onto the island, he immediately sensed the power of laws here was several times denser than elsewhere.

Yet, for some reason, he also felt a whisper of unease.

“This place… “

“Feels off,” Bai Qing also sensed the anomaly, his gaze scanning the surroundings with a hint of alertness.

“Master.”

“This place was a discovery I stumbled upon from the relics of a fallen god,” Burn Mountain hastily explained. “I’ve never disclosed it to anyone.”

“That god entered this island during his life and left some records.”

“He mentioned there’s a divine pool at the island’s core,” Burn Mountain said.

“Divine pool?” Zhao Tianji’s eyes gleamed.

“Yes.” Burn Mountain nodded. “It is said the pool is filled with top-tier divine crystals, nine-turn divine herbs, and ten thousand year divine marrow… all beyond measure in value.”

“However, the god’s records end there.”

“He didn’t mention any danger within the pool,” Burn Mountain added.

Zhao Tianji rubbed his hands, eager to dash forth.

Yet Jiang Ye remained calm, simply nodding slightly.

“Lead the way.”

…

The four traveled through the broken structures, arriving at the island’s center.

A pool of water came into view.

The pool was not large, with a diameter of about a thousand feet, circular, its edges constructed of dark grey divine stones, the surface etched with ancient divine patterns now blurred beyond recognition.

The pool water was chaos-colored, its surface roiled with dense and palpable divine power mist.

The mist churned like a sea of clouds, shrouding the pool’s surface in mystery.

Through the mist, the pool’s bottom could be faintly discerned.

Zhao Tianji’s eyes widened.

At the pool’s bottom lay heaps of top-tier divine crystals!

Those crystals were entirely translucent, emitting brilliant light, resembling countless stars scattered across the pool bottom.

A rough count showed at least ten pieces.

Beside the top-tier divine crystals, several nine-turn divine herbs quietly grew, their roots embedded in the pool bed’s cracks, leaves gently swaying in the water, each herb exuding a rich fragrance.

And at the pool’s deepest, several milky white droplets floated in the water.

Each droplet only the size of a thumb, yet radiated an origin essence wave that shook the soul.

Ten thousand year divine marrow!

Its purity far surpassed the millennium divine essence Jiang Ye had obtained before.

“So many?”

“That’s absurd!” Zhao Tianji swallowed hard, his voice trembling.

Bai Qing, too, showed rare astonishment.

“We’ve struck it rich!”

Zhao Tianji stepped forward, about to leap into the pool.

“Wait.”

Jiang Ye grabbed his arm, pulling him back.

“What’s the matter?” Zhao Tianji was taken aback.

“Something’s off here.”

“Such a treasure trove, yet the pool’s edge shows no signs of life,” Jiang Ye said gravely. “If this place were truly safe, it wouldn’t lack any vitality.”

“Hide first.”

The four quickly concealed themselves behind the ruins of a collapsed stone hall by the poolside.

And just as they hid, the next moment—

Swish! Swish! Swish…

Numerous streaks of light descended from the sky, transforming into more than ten figures.

The leader, clad in a black robe, had a cold and severe expression.

He was surrounded by dense power of darkness, standing there like an abyss swallowing all light.

It was Mo Yuan, ranked second on the Celestial Battle Civilization’s New God List.

Behind him stood over ten followers, each with a thick aura, all top-tier experts of the Celestial Battle camp’s peak Divine Body Realm.

Among them, a few’s aura was not much weaker than the Ye Lan Jiang Ye had previously slain.

Seeing this, Burn Mountain’s face changed drastically.

“Not good.”

“It’s Mo Yuan, Celestial Battle Civilization’s Star Talent!” Burn Mountain spoke with fear and regret. “It seems the treasures here are not meant for us.”

In his view, though Jiang Ye was strong, he definitely couldn’t compete with Star Talent for resources.

Bai Qing remained silent, simply looking at Jiang Ye.

Jiang Ye maintained calm, his gaze fixed on Mo Yuan.

His eyes held no panic, only a tranquil and extreme scrutiny.

“Mo Yuan? Unexpected to encounter this person here.” Jiang Ye thought to himself.

Bailie had mentioned before, Mo Yuan’s backing was closely tied to the Cangxu Civilization, caution advised if encountered.

Mo Yuan stood by the pool, his eyes sweeping over the water.

In those ink-black eyes, rare ripples appeared.

Top-tier divine crystals.

Nine-turn divine herbs.

Ten thousand year divine marrow.

Such treasures, even for him, were hard to resist.

“Extract all treasures from the pool,” Mo Yuan said calmly, his voice firm and commanding.

“Yes!”

A few followers responded excitedly, eagerly diving into the pool.

They laughed wildly, some holding many top-tier divine crystals in their hands, others reaching for the ten thousand year divine marrow.

The pool water churned endlessly, divine power mist splashing everywhere.