The Supreme God of Martial Arts novel Chapter 1749

Swoosh!

The old Taoist rushed out of the palace and floated in the air in a flash.

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

Dozens of figures shot towards him from afar and stood beside him.

These people, old or middle-aged, exuded unbearable heat and terrifying flames surrounded them.

"Sir, did you notice that?

The force of sealing is being weakened," a tall and lanky middle-aged man said to the old Taoist.

His eyes widened. He was clearly surprised.

"I did."

The Taoist man's gaze was fixated at the sky.

"We've waited far too long. Perhaps it's time to get out of here."

The old Taoist trembled in excitement.

Everybody else showed signs of clear eagerness and joy. They had been expecting this moment for so long.

"We have been sealed in this damn little space for hundreds of millennia.

Now we have the chance to see the outside world. This is indeed great news," said another old and emaciated man.

Tears started to form in his turbid eyes.

"Excellent! I'm sick of wasting away in this narrow space.

Nothing will make me happier than getting out of this hellhole!"

A tall, thin middle-aged man clenched his fists.

"Calm down, everyone. Let's observe if the power of the seal will continue to weaken.

Back then, it was mainly a vast magma that sealed this small space.

The Masculine Crimson Water in the bottom of the magma is the main source of energy that seals this small space.

There are many powerful sealing arrays in the Masculine Crimson Water.

Those powerful arrays will not stop working unless the Masculine Crimson Water is gone.

But it's almost impossible for the Masculine Crimson Water to vanish,"

said the old Taoist.

"Speaking of this, it's so ironic.

Masculine Crimson Water was one of the three great treasures of our race, and now we are trapped here because of it,"

the emaciated elder said with a sigh.

The dozens of people were floating above the palace, sensing a position in the sky.

Two hours passed.

"The seal power is still waning!"

Everyone, including the old Taoist, became more and more excited. It was as if they were children once more, waiting for a box of candies to open.

They could not hide their smiles and goose bumps.

They had been held in this small space for hundreds of millennia, and they finally saw a glimmer of hope in their chance of escaping. No wonder they let the thrill get the best of them.

'Sir, perhaps someone has found the Masculine Crimson Water and is taking it away.

That's why the force of sealing is weakening rapidly,"

the tall and lanky middle-aged man said to the old Taoist.

"Theoretically speaking, that's almost impossible.

Since the magma moved continuously, people outside rarely have a chance to see it.

Moreover, the power of that magma is terrifying and it can burn almost anything.

Even the holy lords of the holy lands and the chiefs of the prominent clans are unable to get to the bottom of the magma and take the Masculine Crimson Water with them.

Only the top masters in our race can do that.

But if the holy lords or chiefs of the prominent clans brought the ultimate magical treasures with them, they might be able to break into the bottom of the magma and steal the Masculine Crimson Water.

The Masculine Crimson Water is supposed to be our most valuable treasure but now we are ironically praying that someone would just take it.

We have to lose the Masculine Crimson Water if we ever want to get out of here. I'm uncertain if this is the best outcome for us,"