Chapter 1692

The Nine Halls

"The roots at the bottom of the dead wood pile should be the core of the two restriction traps. As long as we cut off all the roots at the bottom of the dead wood pile, the restriction traps should be completely destroyed," Blackie said in a deep voice.

Earlier, it had clearly seen the process of Zhuo Wen breaking through the restriction from the side, so it naturally noticed the unusualness of the countless roots beneath the withered wooden pile.

"It won't be easy to sever all the roots!"

Zhuowen exhaled gently and calmed the surging vital blood within him slightly. After that, he stared at the restrictions before him. He was secretly deducing in his heart and using the Devouring Curse Restriction to deduce the various transformations of the restrictions before him.

"These two restrictions are extremely powerful. It's impossible to break through them by force. If I didn't know the Devouring Curse Restriction and possess the speed of teleportation, I probably would have died to the restrictions by now," Zhuowen revealed a look of understanding.

Blackie had a look of admiration in his eyes as he echoed, "With your Devouring Curse's ability to deduce, if you can deduce the weaknesses of this restriction one by one, then without triggering the restriction, you might be able to cut off all the roots under this Withered Wood Stake. However, this is too difficult."

Zhuo Wen took a deep breath and said, "I'll give it a try. I'll definitely be able to break this restriction."

As he spoke, Zhuowen formed a seal with his right hand, and a seal shot out from the tip of his finger and landed on the surface of the restrictions. After that, Zhuowen closed his eyes and began to silently sense the trajectories and weaknesses of the restrictions before him.

Xiao Hei silently hovered behind Zhuowen. Its gaze was fixed on the restrictions, but it did not disturb Zhuowen.

Time passed slowly. Zhuowen sat there like this for three months. During these three months, Zhuowen would frequently enter the restrictions to break through them, but he always ended in failure.

Although he failed every time, Zhuowen's eyes grew brighter and brighter, and the restrictions became clearer and clearer in his mind.

There was no doubt that the restrictions were extremely profound and complicated, but Zhuowen's tireless research during this period of time had allowed him to gain a deeper understanding of the Devouring Curse Restriction. Moreover, his method of breaking through the restrictions had also improved imperceptibly under the influence of the three months of research.

"Ancient restrictions really are miraculous. They're clearly just strange energies constructed from the illusory mental strength of ancient alchemists, yet they've actually been able to exist for so long. Even now, the restrictions are still so powerful."

At this moment, in Zhuo Wen's eyes, countless rune shadows flitted past. In Zhuo Wen's eyes, the restriction in front of him was like a countless amount of mind power following a specific trajectory, forming an extremely stable structure.

It was precisely this stable structure that allowed the illusory mental strength to materialize. It also allowed the restriction trap to exist for tens of thousands of years without being eroded by the power of time.

After three months of continuous practice and observation, Zhuowen found as many as hundreds of weaknesses in the restrictions. However, these weaknesses were not critical. They were just insignificant. However, if Zhuowen approached the Withered Wood Stake using these weaknesses, he would not be noticed by the Withered Wood Stake.

"It should work this time!"

Zhuo Wen's eyes flickered as he took a step forward. Immediately, he approached the Withered Wood Pile by following the weak points in the restriction that he had found.

Very quickly, Zhuo Wen approached within thirty feet of the dead wood pile. Previously, he had aroused the dead wood pile's vigilance within this thirty feet radius. The weakness within this radius was very obscure, and Zhuo Wen had to observe and practice for a full three months before he finally grasped the knack of it.

Zhuo Wen pointed with the fingers of his right hand, and a rune flashed out and descended onto an area within a 65m radius of the pile of dead wood. In an instant, the restrictions in the surroundings didn't resist at all, and the rune easily passed through them.

Zhuowen took a deep breath and stepped on that spot. Then, Zhuowen used the Devouring Curse Restriction again and again to point out the weaknesses of the restrictions in advance.

Although it was only 85 feet away, Zhuowen spent two hours and finally arrived in front of the Withered Wood Stake.

Zhuowen waved his sleeve and immediately summoned the Soul-devouring Magma River, the First Yang Dao Sword, and the Ninth Yang Dao Sword. Then, Zhuowen moved his mind and the three saint weapons were arranged in three directions. They turned into three long rainbows and slashed at the roots of the Withered Wood Stake.

Zhuowen's eyes turned cold. He pointed his right hand with the Slaughtering Netherworld Finger and landed on the roots in the last direction of the Withered Wood Stake.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

A series of muffled sounds were produced. Then, the roots around the bottom of the Withered Wood Stake all collapsed. In an instant, a shocking roar resounded from the Withered Wood Stake. Blood gushed out from the bottom of the Withered Wood Stake and turned into a bloody fountain.

Under the shower of blood, the corpse hidden at the bottom of the Withered Wood Stake rushed out and rushed toward Zhuowen with monstrous killing intent.

"Only the last part of the roots left!"

Zhuowen's eyes grew colder as he looked at the countless roots entwined around the lower half of the corpse. He formed a seal with his right hand and the Soul-devouring Magma River, the First Yang Dao Sword, and the Ninth Yang Dao Sword turned into three long rainbows and rushed out in front of the corpse.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The corpse seemed to have gone mad. It tore with its claws and the surrounding space collapsed. The three saint weapons were stopped by the collapsed space.

Zhuowen took a step forward and bent his right index finger. Then, he pointed down. Three thousand drops of Yellow Spring Water turned into a yellow cyclone at the tip of his finger. A terrifying penetrating power leaked out from the tip of his finger.

Ding!

Zhuo Wen pointed his finger at the corpse. The corpse let out a shrill shriek and swiped at Zhuo Wen with its claws. The stench of a corpse assaulted Zhuo Wen's face, causing him to frown.

The two of them collided in an instant. Zhuo Wen's long hair and robes fluttered despite the lack of wind. An enormous Yellow Springs Sea appeared behind him, rolling and surging. It looked exceptionally horrifying.

The Sea of Consciousness roared. Although the Withered Wood Stake was destroyed and its strength was greatly reduced, the power that erupted from its body was still extremely terrifying.

Zhuowen's finger had gathered all of his energy. The power that erupted from the finger was terrifying enough to penetrate gold and crack stone. However, under the attack of the Sea of Consciousness, Zhuowen was forced to retreat and let out a muffled groan.

"Immortal Crystals!"

Zhuo Wen growled and immediately took out Immortal Crystals from his Spirit Ring. After taking out ten Immortal Crystals, Zhuo Wen immediately crushed them. Waves of Immortal Core Power surged into Zhuo Wen's fingertip. Instantly, the power of the Underworld Finger increased by several times. The Underworld Finger behind him surged with huge waves.

However, although the power of the Underworld Finger had increased by several times under the amplification of the ten Immortal Crystals, the corpse was really too powerful. It was still able to erupt with a power that made Zhuo Wen tremble in fear, and it still forced Zhuo Wen to retreat.

Zhuowen's eyes were gloomy. He immediately crushed the remaining ninety Immortal Crystals in his Spiritual Ring and poured the surging Immortal Core Power into the Yellow Spring Finger.

Bang!

The vortex formed by the Yellow Springs Finger suddenly turned into a huge yellow vortex and bounced the crazy corpse away. Zhuo Wen took a step in the air and teleported to the corpse's feet. With a twist of his right wrist, the yellow vortex cut off all the roots wrapped around the corpse's lower body like a sharp blade.

Blood spurted out, mixed with the corpse's mournful screams.

Whoosh!

The corpse's right hand suddenly reached out and directly pressed on Zhuowen's forehead. However, Zhuowen was already prepared. He spread out his thunder wings and instantly landed several feet away from the corpse with endless thunderbolts.

The corpse kept howling. Without the support of the roots, it fell to the ground and kept struggling.

After the roots were broken, the dead wood pile gradually withered and eventually became ordinary and useless wood.

The corpse struggled for about half an incense stick's worth of time before it completely stopped struggling and became a lifeless dead object.

Zhuowen retreated from the range of the restriction and coldly stared at the scene. After the corpse and the dead wood pile had completely become lifeless objects, Zhuowen found clouds and mist emerging from the restriction.

When the clouds and mist completely dissipated, the dead wood pile and the corpse disappeared and were replaced by a group of palaces.

Zhuowen knew that what the dead wood pile and the corpse had set up was only a restriction. Once the restriction dissipated, the true face of what was inside would be revealed.

The group of palaces was the true face of the restriction. However, although the group of palaces was huge, it was a ruin. Although there were many palaces inside, most of them were broken.

"There are a total of nine palaces, but all of them are broken. I wonder if there are good things inside?"

Zhuo Wen frowned slightly, but he was the first to rush into the closest hall. After searching around the hall, Zhuo Wen was disappointed to discover that most of the things in the hall were damaged, and he could not find anything that was intact.

However, the only gratifying thing was that there were a lot of Spiritual Crystals in the palace. These Spiritual Crystals were piled up everywhere in the palace. Zhuowen meticulously collected them.

After Zhuo Wen had collected everything, he realized that there were nearly a thousand Immortal Crystals in the hall. Zhuo Wen's eyes couldn't help but turn red at such a harvest.

"Let's take a look at the other palaces!"

After carefully searching the palace again, Zhuowen immediately rushed to the other eight palaces. There was no doubt that the situation of the other eight palaces was similar to the first palace. There were no treasures that Zhuowen expected.

When Zhuo Wen finished searching the last hall, a sliver of disappointment appeared in his eyes. Apart from immortal crystals, there didn't seem to be anything else in the group of palaces.

However, although Zhuowen was a little disappointed, he was also a little excited. This was because he had collected more than ten thousand Spiritual Crystals in the group of palaces.

Such a number was absolutely shocking. Even the Spiritual Crystals reserves of the nine great Holy Talisman Clans were not much more than the Spiritual Crystals on Zhuowen's body at the moment.

If people in the Central Region knew that Zhuowen had so many Spiritual Crystals on him, those old monsters in the big forces would not be able to sit still and snatch them.

After walking out of the last palace, Zhuowen said with some disappointment, "It seems that only Spiritual Crystals are left here. As for the other things, they are either damaged or lost."