Everyone went wild, charging forward together. This vast Dao Field was filled with radiant light and astonishing treasures. Though located beneath the sea, the cave abode was dry and pristine, suffused with an ethereal aura of precious energy.
**”Boom!”**
A stone gate swung open, releasing a flurry of glowing runes. The sight before them was dazzling—a jade flask and jade cups rested upon a stone table, shimmering with celestial light. Dozens of powerful figures lunged forward, eager to seize them.
This was likely fine wine left behind by the Kun Peng—no ordinary brew. The liquor consumed by such a being was divine nectar, capable of extending life and enhancing cultivation with just a sip. At that level of existence, what divine treasures could be beyond reach? The ingredients used to brew this wine might have included sacred medicines or even immortal elixirs.
After all, this was the Kun Peng—one of the Ten Fears of the Primordial Era, a true invincible titan across the ages. The wine it drank was beyond mortal imagination.
**”Bang!”**
The combined techniques of dozens of warriors collided, erupting into a blinding radiance that engulfed the tranquil chamber. Runes surged, treasures clashed, and fierce battles erupted. Only the Kun Peng’s cave could withstand such force—anywhere else would have crumbled into ruin.
Ancient runes still functioned, protecting the entire Dao Field, ensuring its eternal endurance. The warriors were relieved that no deadly restrictions were in place, or they would have faced calamity.
**”Divine wine!”**
**”Let’s join forces and seize it!”**
More cultivators noticed the commotion and swarmed in, their treasures flashing as they descended upon the chamber. The battle grew even more terrifying.
**”All of you, move aside!”**
A gray-haired elder bellowed, his sleeves sweeping outward. With a thunderous roar, runes filled the air, sending a group of warriors flying. A dozen crashed into the stone walls, reduced to bloody pulp.
The elder strode into the cave, unleashing a deafening roar that knocked out over a dozen experts. The onlookers trembled in fear.
**”This… must be a Venerable!”** someone cried out.
At that level of power, one could dominate entire regions. Even ancient kingdoms would tremble at their presence, unwilling to provoke them. Such beings usually dwelled on sacred islands or primordial mountains, rarely emerging.
**”Not quite a Venerable—he’s one step short,”** another elder remarked, arriving to aid his descendants in the struggle.
**”Boom!”**
A massive collision erupted. The cave filled with radiant light as many warriors retreated, wary of the two elders’ overwhelming force.
**”Could this truly be ancient wine from the Kun Peng’s era? If it’s preserved until now, it must be heaven-defying!”**
At that moment, a golden halberd appeared, its aura surging like a tempestuous ocean. The wielder, his gaze cold as lightning, swept his eyes across the crowd like a deity surveying mortals.
It was Mo Xian, the descendant of the Sea God—a figure known for his ruthless dominance. Even true Venerables would hesitate to provoke him.
With a single swing of his halberd, runes exploded. Eight or nine warriors screamed as their bodies split open, blood gushing before they collapsed.
Such overwhelming power! Even the two elders paled, retreating from his path.
Mo Xian strode forward, his hand reaching for the jade flask. None dared to stop him. The flask glowed with a translucent radiance, its contents shimmering.
**”There really is wine inside—enough for a cup!”**
Once the runes faded, the crowd gasped. The Sea God’s descendant laughed, his blue hair whipping wildly as he lunged for the flask—a true divine elixir capable of reviving the dead.
**”Boom!”**
A Lion-Dragon materialized, wreathed in purple lightning. It roared, slamming a claw toward Mo Xian’s outstretched arm. The chamber crackled with electricity.
**”You dare?!”** Mo Xian bellowed in fury.
Shi Hao had struck, unleashing the Lion-Dragon technique while charging into the chamber. The two clashed violently, their battle shaking the cave.
Nearby, weaker cultivators coughed up blood, flung aside by the shockwaves. A few, greedy for the wine, were caught in the crossfire—their bodies exploding into gory fragments.
The two elders sighed and withdrew. Even they were no match for these two young prodigies.
**”Squeak!”**
A small golden figure darted from Shi Hao’s spatial bag—the little monkey, grabbing the flask before scampering away.
**”Well done!”** Shi Hao laughed.
Mo Xian’s rage flared. **”What wretched monkey stole my prize?!”**
But Shi Hao’s amusement faded as the monkey tried to gulp down the wine.
**”Don’t waste it! This is the pure essence—we’ll blend it with monkey wine for something miraculous!”**
Luckily, the thick liquor refused to pour. The monkey drooled, shaking the flask until the seal broke—releasing an intoxicating fragrance that seeped into bones and souls.
**”Thud! Thud!”**
Outside the chamber, warriors collapsed, drunk into deep slumber. This was no ordinary wine—it carried divine medicinal properties and runic power.
Shi Hao swiftly stored the flask in his spatial bag before the monkey could ruin it.
Mo Xian raged, but the battle was a stalemate. With the Kun Peng’s legacy still up for grabs, neither pressed further.
Elsewhere, panic erupted.
**”Ahh! Even Marquis-level experts are dying! It’s horrifying!”**
A dark mist spread, felling hundreds in moments—their bodies blackening before dissolving into pus.
**”A medicinal furnace released poisonous fumes!”** survivors gasped.
Han Tian of the Flame Fish Clan raised an ancient bronze lamp, its dim flame flaring to purify the miasma.
**”The Divine Illumination Lamp—a legendary artifact!”**
Only the Kun Peng could afford to use such a treasure as mere lighting, fueled by divine blood.
**”This must be a failed batch of True Flood Dragon Elixir,”** a Venerable murmured.
The crowd shuddered. The Kun Peng had captured a True Flood Dragon—a supreme pure-blooded creature—to refine medicine.
A gray-robed elder, the Flood Dragon Venerable, slipped away toward the furnace, his expression unreadable.
Meanwhile, intense energy surges drew warriors deeper into the cave.
A radiant stone chamber held a precious vase, pulsing with life energy. A fresh bouquet rested inside—untouched by time.
**”A sacred medicine preserved since antiquity!”**
But the wiser experts ignored the flowers, focusing on the vase itself.
**”The Jade Purity Vase—identical to the Western Paradise’s treasure!”**
Five Marquises clashed for it, their battle shaking the cave.
Shi Hao, however, targeted a humble meditation mat.
At first unremarkable, it glowed under attack, revealing its true form—woven from divine twigs, exuding tranquility.
Even Venerables joined the fray.
**”The Kun Peng’s own meditation mat!”**
Shi Hao unleashed his Ten Heavenly Passage, repelling a Venerable’s avatar and sending elders flying.
The mat was impossibly heavy—over a hundred thousand pounds!
**”Hand it over!”**
A Venerable summoned a colossal seal, but Shi Hao swung the mat like a weapon, deflecting the attack with a deafening crash.
The mat remained unscathed. The seal shattered against the cave wall, shaking the entire chamber.
The battle for the Kun Peng’s treasures had only just begun.
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