"Huh?!"
Two powerful energy fluctuations burst forth from the void above, diffusing all around as if two formidable figures had t and engaged in a battle.
Fang Yu was not unfamiliar with these two energy fluctuations.
One of them belonged to Divine Envoy Wan He.
The other was the energy fluctuation of Yun Qiqian, who had just been captured by a large hand.
Upon sensing these two power levels, Fang Yu breathed a slight sigh of relief, realizing that Yun Qiqian was not in mortal danger and had even regained his freedom, engaging in a conflict with Divine Envoy Wan He.
It seed that neither fought for long. In such an environnt, they retreated after exchanging blows, careful not to exhaust their powers completely, so the energy fluctuations quickly disappeared again.
Fang Yu looked up, puzzled, towards the sky.
Above, the sky was filled with heavy mist, faintly revealing anomalies from the clash of powerful figures, which quickly vanished and were enveloped by the mist again.
After entering the Treasure Tomb, a special force separated the Divine Envoy-level combat strength from Fang Yu and others, placing them in different spatial dinsions.
Fang Yu felt perplexed but soon realized the reason.
He put himself in the shoes of the owner of the Treasure Tomb, knowing that if he were seeking a suitable disciple, he would naturally prioritize the disciple’s qualifications.
For strong individuals at this level, the combat strength of a Warship Level is not much different from that of an Extraordinary Ship level. Clearly, talent and qualification are valued more.
Therefore, the alchemical predecessor who left the Treasure Tomb likely intentionally separated the combat levels to ensure fair competition, preventing the strong from bullying the weak.
Master-level Alchemists face master-level assessnts.
Senior-level Alchemists face senior-level assessnts.
Only by passing the assessnt and being deed qualified will the owner of the Treasure Tomb allow them closer to the core inheritance and treasure.
However...
Fang Yu glanced at Wang Yuanwei, who was transfixed since entering, staring in rapture at the alchemical Seal Patterns around him.
Uh...
This fellow...
Although he had been promoted to a master-level Alchemist, his mastery was purely academic, not related to combat power.
In terms of combat energy level, Mr. Wang was downright weak—he probably couldn’t even defeat his own crew.
Thus, the large hand in the Treasure Tomb directly ignored him, leaving him in the sa level of area as Fang Yu.
Oh well, Fang Yu looked at Wang Yuanwei with a hint of helplessness.
The other Alchemists, upon entering, were all focused on reaching the core area to obtain the inheritance and treasures.
But Mr. Wang was content like a lazy fish, only captivated by the Seal Patterns on the surrounding walls, quietly mumbling to himself as he deduced thods of crafting the Seal Patterns.
A martial fanatic? No, an alchemical fanatic, but not obsessed in the right direction.
The good stuff is all in the core area, while the periphery only has the most superficial alchemical Seal Patterns, yet this guy can’t move on?
Sigh.
Fang Yu felt weary and no longer expected Mr. Wang to distinguish the path and direction for the next level.
He let Mr. Wang indulge in his mania, while he drove his sea ship to tear through the mist ahead, swiftly advancing in the forward direction.
Fang Yu had already sensed that there seed to be a sea ship approaching from behind in his direction.
The aura was dirty and turbid, likely from Flesh Puppets of the Divine Hall Alliance Army.
Fang Yu did not want his pace hindered by these Flesh Puppets now; solving this challenge and finding the path to the next stage was the priority!
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