Longevity by Picking up Attributes in the Battlefield Chapter 834 Chapter 338: Ancestor of Martial Arts! Huaxia Eight Cauldrons Suppress Jiuli! (Part 3)

"This is the very statue of our clan's venerable ancestor."

"Ever since our clan relocated here, it has been continuously worshipped," Chi Quan promptly elaborated.

"Chiyou!"

"The Witch Clan?"

Zhao Feng intensely studied the statue before him, its identity fully recognized.

The figure depicted, armed with a long sword, mounted on an Iron-eating Beast, and entwined by a colossal serpent, appeared truly gigantic.

Upon this observation, Zhao Feng's thoughts immediately turned to the Witch Clan.

However.

This Jiuli Clan presented a notable divergence from the orthodox Witch Clan; they were the progeny resulting from the intermingling of the Witch Clan and the Human Race, a Human Witch Tribe.

"Directly behind this lies the altar. Consequently, it would appear the Eight Cauldrons' placement here is not coincidental but intentionally orchestrated," Zhao Feng mused inwardly.

Then.

He moved past the statue of Chiyou, advancing towards the altar.

"Crown Prince."

"Approaching further carries a significant risk," Chi Quan earnestly intervened to halt him.

Zhao Feng raised his hand.

Signaling Chi Quan to retreat.

Subsequently, his divine sense expanded outward.

Instantly.

The entirety of the altar became visible within Zhao Feng's perception.

To label it merely an altar would be an insufficient description; it functioned more accurately as a formation.

The altar was, in essence, an array plate.

"I shall ascertain the depth of this altar's power."

Zhao Feng issued a soft chuckle.

With a swift gesture.

The Heavenly Inquiry Sword was firmly grasped in his hand.

"Strike!"

Zhao Feng deliberately channeled a tenth of his True Yuan, unleashing a full-force slash towards the altar.

Immediately.

A beam of sword light, stretching for a thousand feet, plunged towards the altar with tremendous force, striking down as if the sacred structure itself had been startled.

The immense power generated directly rent the void asunder.

All individuals in the vicinity were forcefully repelled by this invisible surge of energy.

"Is this... still a power wielded by a human?"

Chi Quan and the assembled members of the Jiuli Clan were overcome with dumbfounded shock, as if they were bearing witness to divine beings.

The sheer might of that single sword strike.

Completely shattered their preconceptions.

And it was precisely this strike.

That seemed to activate the formation imbued within the altar.

The spiritual energy of the heavens and earth within the void began to roil, and an overwhelming tide of Evil Qi erupted from the altar, instantly enveloping the entire Jiuli Tribe.

Following this surge.

An endless torrent of killing intent materialized.

Vaguely discernible within the boundless Evil Qi.

Were the spectral forms of eight colossal cauldrons.

Innumerable savage beasts, sculpted from the very Evil Qi, surged forth to confront Zhao Feng.

"How intriguing."

Zhao Feng responded with an amused laugh.

This pervasive Evil Qi, while formidable in appearance.

And harboring a killing intent potent enough to slay an Immortal Cultivator in the Refining the Void and Merging with the Path Realm, was ultimately incapable of vanquishing Zhao Feng.

Nevertheless.

Faced with such power, virtually no one in the Mortal World would possess the means to dismantle this altar.

"Then, I shall shatter it with a single blow."

Zhao Feng let out another laugh.

The martial momentum emanating from his person surged dramatically.

"Heaven-Caging Finger."

He extended a single finger, pressing downward.

A colossal wave of power detonated forth instantly.

This particular strike.

Exceeded even what was considered the might of Immortals.

Boom!

Under the impact of this finger, countless ferocious beasts crafted from the void's Evil Qi were disintegrated into mere dust; the very sky, filled with Evil Qi, was swept away by the power of this single finger.

And the altar, this intricate array plate.

Finally succumbed, unable to withstand the immense force.

Crackling sounds.

The persistent noise of fracturing filled the air.

Finally.

With a resounding roar.

The altar disintegrated, crumbling into countless fragments of stone that rained down.

With the fracturing of the array plate.

The formation lost its power source, dissipating instantaneously into the void.

"The Huaxia Eight Cauldrons."

"Their presence here is confirmed."

"This formation is, in fact, a Luck Suppressing Array."

"By harnessing the Qi Fortune contained within the Huaxia Eight Cauldrons, it has been employed to suppress the Jiuli Clan's fortune, thereby stifling their prosperity."

Upon observing the eight immense cauldrons, coupled with Zhao Feng's profound comprehension of the Qi Fortune Path, immediate clarity dawned upon him.

The purpose of the Eight Cauldrons' placement was solely to subjugate the Jiuli Clan!

"Who was responsible for orchestrating this, utilizing the Eight Cauldrons to suppress the Jiuli?"

"Was it perhaps the Human Emperor of our Human Race from ancient times? Or an entirely different entity?"

Deep within, Zhao Feng was also struck by a sense of bewilderment.

The suppression of the Jiuli Clan.

Zhao Feng could only surmise this to be the reason.

"However."

"The fact that they have been located is indeed opportune."

Zhao Feng slowly proceeded forward, intending to claim the Eight Cauldrons now within his reach.

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