"w.a.n.g Wuyi, activate this Ancient Rune and go look for Zhangsun Jing and company. Check if they have all the artefact that we need to set up the 'Squared Cauldron'. If they have already done so, bring them in. "Tell Zhangsun Jing and the others that Senior Zhangsun has already fallen, but that the situation is not bad and that they are not allowed to enter."

After the Senior Sun Family Patriarch pa.s.sed away, Wei Suo stood there for a while, then pointed at the two ancient talismans in front of w.a.n.g Wuyi as he spoke.

When Wei Suo and the ancestor of the Zhangsun clan entered, there were only three ancient runes that could shatter the black dome of light. When they entered, they had already used one of them, while the other two were only enough for w.a.n.g Wuyi to enter again.

Giving it to w.a.n.g Wuyi meant that Wei Suo definitely wouldn't be able to enter or leave, unless he activated heavenly tribulation and completely shattered this black dome of light.

The reason why Wei Suo did not go out on his own was because no one could say when the great power of the Wasteland race would come out. If the great power of the Wasteland would come out when Wei Suo left, the situation would become very complicated.

After w.a.n.g Wu left, Wei s...o...b..gan to lay another restriction.

In just a moment, the distant black dome of light vibrated slightly, and w.a.n.g Wuyi once again swept inside.

"Dao Friend Wei, the magic tools on the four sides of the Crucible have been delivered. Other than the magic tools on the four sides, they also brought you a lot of water-type Demonic Cores and Spirit Pills." After w.a.n.g Wuyi arrived at Wei Suo's side, he stretched out his hand and pointed a few storage pouches in front of Wei Suo.

"Alright!"

Wei Suo's eyes only flashed for a moment before he opened his storage pouch. Four treasure cauldrons that were as tall as five or six people rose out of it.

These four treasure cauldrons were five or six people tall, and they were covered with carvings of symbols and inlaid with many different colored crystals.

Apart from these four enormous precious cauldrons, there were also over fifty unique crystal pillars that were about a foot long that rose into the air.

"The three of you, follow this formation technique and set up this grand sealing spell." After sweeping a glance at these magic tools, Wei Suo stretched out his hand and pointed at the "Immobilize Four Directions" restriction method and pointed it at w.a.n.g Wuyi and the rest.

w.a.n.g Wuyi and the others immediately nodded without any nonsense and began to quickly arrange their formation.

The difficulty of the "Immobilize Immovable Cauldron Quadruple" lay in the crafting of these magic tools. Once these magic tools were refined, they were only equivalent to array flags. As long as one could determine the position and distance of these magic tools, everything would be fine. For w.a.n.g Wuyi and the rest, this was a very easy task. In less than half an incense's time, this grand sealing spell was set up.

… ….

"What is this kid doing!?"

"There are actually people going in and out. Don't tell me he really wants to use some kind of restriction to deal with us?"

"Don't worry, right now, there aren't even any True Immortal level experts in the cultivation world. Even if he were to set up a restriction, it would only trigger the backlash from our restrictions. It would be impossible to break out of our hall."

While Wei Suo and the rest were busy laying down the restrictions, the great elders of the Desolate Lands in the ancient palace couldn't help but mumble to themselves.

If Zhangsun Jing and company and Wei Suo were able to see the entire structure of this ancient palace, they would definitely feel even more terrifying.

The interior of this ancient palace was like the cabin of a huge s.h.i.+p. The enormous sarcophagus had been embedded in the wall, and there were two stories inside, more than what Wei Suo and the others had expected. There were more than 200 of them in total.

Other than the Wasteland Clansmen who had a chance of survival, there were also many corpses of powerful Wasteland warriors inside the huge sarcophagus. The ratio was about half of them.

The majority of the dead bodies of the major powers of the Wasteland race were badly damaged. Their bodies were like divine iron, but they were covered with all kinds of horrifying wounds. Some of their heads had been smashed off, and there were countless holes on their bodies.

As for the hundred or so remaining people, over seventy of them had already walked out of the sarcophagus and were sitting cross-legged on the ground.

The four-armed great elder was still casting his magic, and the blue divine medicine in his hand was still half the size of a fist.

However, it seemed that most of the hundred or so remaining elders from the Wasteland Race had suffered terrifying injuries. Some of them had their bodies broken into several pieces, while some of them had their hearts completely pierced while others had their heads split open. Some of them still had powerful elemental energy radiating from their bodies, and the might from their opponent's attacks had yet to dissipate.

The corpses of the surviving Wasteland clansmen and those powerful Wasteland clansmen showed just how desperate the battle had been all those years ago. At the same time, they also showed just how tyrannical the life force and magical powers of the Wasteland clansmen were.

If he could see the scene in the hall, he would only feel lucky because the level of the great elder of the Wasteland Race in the hall was not that high. Among them, the one with the highest cultivation should be the great elder of the Eight-Armed Barbarian Clan. Other than the mighty elder, the other should only be the Six-Armed Barbarian Race.

After the four great restrictions had been set up, Wei Suo spent more than half a day to set up a defensive array formation. He then stopped and sat down cross-legged behind an ancient hall.

He had already set up all the useful formations in the True Spirit Forbidden Scripture. The remaining ones were either lacking in power and were useless, or were grand sealing spells that could only be set up by True Immortals and above.

Now that everything was in place, the only thing he could do was to use the Ancient Saint Ruler Scripture's inscriptions to increase his physical strength. Afterwards, it would be time to activate the heavenly tribulation.

Adding on the six Divine Inscriptions that the Changsun Family had gathered and the eight that w.a.n.g Wuyi, Su Shen Xue, and the head of the Jadeseal Sect had contributed, the number of Divine Inscriptions on Wei Suo's hands had reached an astounding number of thirty-one. The more that one could inscribe, the more chances one would have to resist heavenly tribulation. Naturally, the chances of success would be greater.

"How is Brother Wei?" She could not help but say this.

Ever since w.a.n.g Wuyi came out and went back in, this young girl who treated Wei Suo as her idol couldn't help but ask him this question every hour.

The black dome of light was deathly still. The Long Sun family's mirror was also filled with all sorts of blurry arcs of light, making it impossible to see what was inside.

Every time they heard the words of the eldest grandson, Xiaoru, and the others, they couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Everyone was nervous, but everyone knew that right now, none of them could help. They could only rely on Wei Suo.

Furthermore, everyone knew very well that Wei Suo was completely playing inside the barrel of oil. His thoughts were very clear; delaying him even a little would not only allow him to carve a few more Divine Symbols into the Eternal Saint King Scripture, but would also allow the great powers of the Wasteland Race to recover their strength. When that time came, they would be able to use more of their strength to resist the Heavenly Tribulation. However, it was extremely dangerous to do so. If even one of the elders managed to completely recover, then the sacred art would be beyond their imagination. At the very least, the power of the eight-armed elder was unstoppable.

He was betting that it wouldn't be so easy to recover, that he had an inheritance that even the powerful Wasteland Race would want to know about. If he wanted to find out the whereabouts of the Spirit Race, even if one or two of them had fully recovered, they wouldn't be able to kill him easily and would capture him alive.

Even in such a life or death gamble, Wei Suo was still able to use the Ancient Saint Ruler Scripture to carve the Divine Imprint. This was something that left even Huang Daolord and the rest utterly impressed.

Time flowed on unceasingly at a single moment …

"I can do it, I'll go out and capture this kid!" In the ancient hall where the demons were muttering, a voice filled with hidden anger sounded out. A great elder of the Wasteland race, whose chest had a clear cut, stood up. He was clenching his teeth and looking extremely ferocious.

This mighty elder was five meters tall, and his flesh seemed to have been reborn. His muscles were as tough as indigo steel, and he also had four arms, but on his back, there were clearly two large bulges, looking like a pair of wings or arms that were about to grow out. Black light gushed out from his body. His aura seemed to be even more powerful than that of a four-armed elder. He was just emitting an aged aura.

At this moment, the four-armed great elder had also stopped. He sat on the ground and began to recuperate. All the surviving great elders had left the stone coffin. There were over a hundred people sitting cross-legged on the ground. This four-armed elder seemed to have consumed too much energy and was unable to cast any spells for now. However, his blue divine medicine had not been completely used up and he still had a pill the size of a pigeon egg.

"I can also attack now. If we leave together, this kid won't be able to escape." He was dressed in yellow magic clothing, and was a scholar. His hair was snow-white, and his face was covered in skeletons. There was no flesh on his face, and he looked like an old ghost. He was actually one of the powerful cultivators of the Wasteland race. This major power had the aura of a true Immortal, and at the peak of his life, he had at least reached the level of a true Immortal.

"Don't worry..." After the two of them spoke, the old Eight-Armed Barbarian Clan elder shouted and stopped them, "There are still more than half of our tribe members who are extremely weak. If we remove the restrictions and suffer from the shock, at least one third of our tribe members will perish. "If we wait a little longer, even if he runs to the ends of the earth, he won't be able to escape us."

"Alright!" The burly elder of the Wasteland clan and the scholar that was dressed like an old man all suppressed their temperament and fiercely glared outside. Then, they sat down in a cross-legged position.

"It's done …"

After an unknown period of time, the Eight-Armed Barbarian Clan Supreme Elder let out a loud boom. The entire ancient hall seemed to explode as over seventy of them stood up from the ground.

An inexhaustible devil power rippled inside the bodies of these powerful Wasteland warriors, and an inexhaustible devil energy was vibrating like a tide.

The tall figures stood tall, as if they were a group of ancient demon G.o.ds that had walked out from the depths of time.

The remaining 30 or so Great Elders were still unable to move. But, their eyes were also emitting a terrifying demonic light. They were like bolts of lightning as they pierced through the void. Low roars came out from their mouths one after another.

"Sixty or seventy thousand years from now, we will be reborn."

"The world is different now. No one can stop us, the Wasteland Race. The era of the Wasteland Race has begun."

The ancient voice of the eight-armed elder rang out once again. As for the six-armed elder, he pointed his hand and a rainbow light shot toward a formation in the hall.

The layers of indigo divine tattoos surrounding the ancient palace were vanis.h.i.+ng, and all the major powers of the wasteland race were roaring in excitement.

"Shua!"

At the same time, Wei Suo, who was sitting cross-legged behind a large hall, also opened his eyes. He immediately stood up, and a cold light shot out from his eyes, piercing into the void.

Compared to before, his body seemed to have countless more profound auras. And now that he stood up, a resolute and unswerving aura also pierced out from his body like sharp swords.

"Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for waiting sixty to seventy thousand years to watch this show. The grand show is about to begin!"

After saying this to the ancient temple of the great elder of the Wasteland Race, 'kacha!' With an explosive sound, a stream of water elemental energy rushed out and completely shattered the remaining Sky Origin Divine Pill that Wei Suo had held in his hand, sucking it into his body.

"This …"

It was also at this moment that Zhangsun Jing and the others, who had been standing in the valley some distance away from the black dome of heaven, were shocked!