High Martial Arts: I Awaken a Low-Tier Martial System Chapter 807 - 405: The Great Battle Erupts! (Three-in-One)

"It appears obtaining the Dao Stele is proving more formidable than we anticipated," Prince Zijun commented softly.

Despite this realization, there was no sense of disappointment between them.

The semi-divine Third Tier enlightenment treasures, along with the law treasures, signified achievements equivalent to a Third Tier demigod.

Such valuable items held a substantial likelihood of deepening their understanding of the laws.

With these gains, their expedition was already considered a success.

"Zilu, what did you acquire?" Prince Zijun then turned to his sister.

"I only managed to secure a First Tier semi-divine law treasure," Wang Zilu replied, her gaze somewhat distant as her beautiful eyes swept across their surroundings.

Suddenly.

"Where is Wang Ye?" Wang Zilu’s brow furrowed, a flicker of worry crossing her delicate features.

Upon hearing this, Qingmei also quickly scanned the area, her expression mirroring Wang Zilu’s sudden concern. "Why isn't Wang Ye anywhere in sight?"

Observing the evident concern of both striking women for Wang Ye’s whereabouts, Prince Zijun’s face momentarily darkened, but he soon adopted a serious demeanor.

Indeed! Where could Wang Ye have disappeared to?

"Where is our captain?"

"Didn’t the captain emerge with us?" Zi Yaozhi, Zhao Zishuang, and the others also exhibited expressions of alarm.

"Bai Mu," Wang Zilu inquired urgently, "Wasn’t Wang Ye supposed to be brought out by the Dao Stele?"

"Your Highness, please do not be alarmed," Bai Mu offered hesitantly. "It’s possible that Wang Ye has encountered a unique circumstance..."

Noticing Wang Zilu’s beautiful eyes widening further, Bai Mu quickly added, "Rest assured, the Dao Stele’s internal mechanisms will activate, and at most, within a day, Wang Ye will be safely returned."

"A day?" Both Wang Zilu and Qingmei let out sighs of relief.

They could afford to wait for that amount of time.

However, at that precise moment.

"This situation is dire," Prince Zijun’s face suddenly fell. "Mo Wushuang and his contingent have orchestrated a thousand-person formation, and it’s aimed directly at us."

"A thousand-person formation?" Qingmei immediately peered ahead with apprehension.

Soon, her pretty face shifted subtly. "It’s the ‘Heavenly Lock Dragon Formation,’ and it’s exceptionally troublesome."

"Heavenly Lock Dragon Formation?" Bai Mu, Wang Zilu, and the others’ expressions turned grim, fully aware of the formation’s fearsome reputation and might.

"Brother Mo, you must lend us your strength in this impending conflict," Prince Zijun implored the young man clad in dark robes positioned behind him.

This young man, known as Mo Chen, was counted among the prodigious heavenly talents of the Huanglong Civilization.

Previously, Mo Wushuang, Hai Qingxin, and four other top talents had united to expel the remaining heavenly talents from the Huanglong Civilization.

However, Mo Chen had managed to remain concealed until now.

Later, after Bai Mu and his companions had ventured into the Dao Stele, they had also brought Mo Chen along with them.

"We possess merely three heavenly talents in our current group," Mo Chen stated with a frown. "With Mo Wushuang and his allies commanding the Heavenly Lock Dragon Formation, their strength is amplified, effectively equal to five heavenly talents. We may struggle to contend with such a force."

"Wang Ye possesses the combat capability equivalent to half a heavenly talent," Qingmei interjected.

"Wang Ye?"

Mo Chen’s brow furrowed slightly as he shook his head. "He barely managed to withstand a single blow from a heavenly talent, and that was likely due to Mo Wushuang’s carelessness. If he were to fight seriously, I fear Wang Ye wouldn't endure even a single round."

"Hmph!"

"What utter nonsense are you spouting?" Wang Zilu declared indignantly. "While Wang Ye was engaged in a life-or-death struggle against the enemy, you were hiding away in some obscure corner. How can you possibly make such judgments about him?"

"What did you say?" Mo Chen’s expression shifted dramatically, his demeanor growing visibly displeased.

"Zilu!" Prince Zijun swiftly reprimanded her.

Wang Zilu’s words carried a clear insinuation that Mo Chen was inferior to Wang Ye.

"Brother, why are you scolding me?" Wang Zilu shot him a glare with her stunning eyes, conveying telepathically, "Am I mistaken?"

"Zilu, some matters are best left unspoken," Prince Zijun transmitted in a low whisper. "Voicing them aloud disrupts harmony, especially when we must unite against a common foe at this very moment."

In truth,

Within the Huanglong Civilization, Prince Zijun and Mo Chen had always maintained a rivalry.

However, regardless of their internal disputes, they were still part of the same civilization.

Faced with the imminent threat of a formidable enemy, unity was paramount.

Mo Chen seemed to grasp this pragmatic reasoning, offering only a cold snort and refraining from further argument. "Let us discuss this further once Wang Ye reappears. It would be ideal if he could somehow neutralize the Heavenly Lock Dragon Formation."

"Very well."

"Brother Mo, we are prepared to forgo any treasures in this battle," Prince Zijun stated resolutely. "However, we must prioritize Wang Ye’s safety and ensure his successful extraction. Should he fall here, it would constitute a significant loss for our entire civilization."

"I comprehend your concern," Mo Chen conceded with a slight nod.

At this critical juncture.

"Mo Chen," Qingmei suddenly interjected, "You haven’t made yourself known before, so Mo Wushuang and the others will definitely not be ready for you."

"Why don’t you find a place to hide first?"

"When the fighting starts, you can then seize the chance to launch a devastating blow against Mo Wushuang and the gang," Qingmei proposed.

"Understood," Mo Chen agreed with her suggestion.

...

Within the Dao Stele, in the midst of darkness.

Time seemed to vanish in an instant.

Ten days passed, then thirty, then fifty...

As if water flowing, sixty days had vanished in the blink of an eye.

With the assistance of numerous precious treasures, Jiang Ye's cultivation progressed at a breakneck speed, and his grasp on the Five Great Mysteries and the Ashen Law also advanced noticeably.

On this particular day.

"Rumble!"

Jiang Ye's form flickered, expanding to an immense height of ten thousand zhang—a phenomenon that occurred after refining ten 'Chaos Creation Divine Lotuses.'

However, even with this transformation,

The five-colored halo surrounding him remained magnificent and boundless, stretching as if it would never end.

"So that’s how it is."

"To truly condense the Five Great Mysteries, one must, at the very least, ascend to a divine height within the realm of these Five Great Mysteries," Jiang Ye's eyes shimmered with profound sorrow.

The higher his vantage point,

The more he could perceive just how excruciatingly difficult it was to achieve unification of the Five Great Mysteries.

Only a divine being could accomplish such a feat!

"It appears that comprehending the [Chaos Law] within a short timeframe is almost an impossibility," Jiang Ye mused, though his spirit remained undeterred.

At the very least, he had uncovered the blueprint for this arduous journey.

He had already arrived at the threshold of this path, and the only task left was to relentlessly forge ahead!

In essence, Jiang Ye had successfully made the monumental leap from nothingness to existence.