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The battlefield, filled with the scent of gunpowder, resonated with the melodious sound of a zither, intertwined with the thunderous beats of drums and the delicate notes of flutes. The cultivators fought not just with ferocity but with an elegance that made the scene almost enchanting. As the swordsmen swung their blades, the blood that flowed seemed to dance like butterflies, adding vibrant colors to the chaos.
If no one had fallen in battle, it might have truly resembled a grand performance of celestial beings visiting the mortal realm. Yan Dong was not merely fighting for survival; one side was desperately trying to exchange lives for lives, determined to leave no cultivator who had rashly entered the secret realm behind.
The path ahead would likely be fraught with danger; perhaps it would be better to join forces.
A burly man, engaged in combat with a massive saber-toothed tiger, spoke to his companion beside him. This man was no ordinary fighter; he wielded a powerful axe that clashed against the ferocious beast.
"Do you know my name?" he asked.
"I don't mind teaming up," came the reply. "Since someone has spoken up, I won't deny it." However, one should be cautious about mingling with those whose backgrounds are unknown; encountering someone with ill intentions could lead to dire consequences.
"From the Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion," said Xun Yu.
"Perhaps you two could bring along this little girl from Wutong Garden," Liu Liu suggested.
During this exchange, a woman made her move. A silver needle flew from her sleeve and pierced through the foreheads of both the saber-toothed tiger and a scaled tooth deer, swiftly resolving their immediate troubles.
The men from Tiandong had no reason not to appreciate beauty, especially when faced with a woman who introduced herself as Sister from Wutong Garden. Her presence was striking, and Xun Yu nodded repeatedly in agreement as the three temporarily joined forces.
Unlike the Cheng Dao Sect and Moon River Sect, who seemed inseparable, not everyone was as tightly knit as those from Jade Void Sect, Thunderstorm Pavilion, or Infinite Path. Many chose to take slightly longer routes to avoid becoming burdens on their more capable companions.
However, even in this alliance, each individual harbored their own calculations. After all, no one could be sure if those around them were sent by rival factions. A betrayal at a critical moment could be fatal. Thus, even if some chose to ally themselves, there remained an underlying tension—appearances could be deceiving.
The number of people in Bu Luo Ren was indeed fewer, making it much safer. The three of them coordinated their efforts, significantly increasing their speed. However, there were not many ferocious beasts that could keep up with them. Along the way, countless beasts emerged to obstruct their path, as if they could never be killed off. Even the solidly built Wen had to consume five Recovery Pills in just one day to barely hold on. At this moment, Liu Liu and Xun Yu were already gasping for breath after narrowly escaping from a swarm of Giant Stone Ants.
Although they were called ants, the Giant Stone Ants, each the size of a fist, were terrifying. The swarm of Giant Stone Ants not only outnumbered them like grains of sand at the riverbed but also included soldier ants with the strength of early Foundation Establishment cultivators. Not to mention the occasional appearance of a general ant, which could easily snap an ordinary Armored Robe in half, cutting through iron like mud.
Wen initially unleashed a move with his three-foot sword that spanned heaven and earth, giving the three of them a moment to catch their breath as they finally broke free from the ant swarm.
In a critical moment, Bu Luo activated a small formation within his ring that would send him back to Universe Hall, ensuring he wouldn't face life-threatening danger. Those who came to participate often had a bit of arrogance; they wouldn't easily give up unless they reached a dead end. Within Universe Hall, the positions and numbers on the rings were all clearly visible. In just one day, over a hundred rings had dimmed in light, and those sent back to Universe Hall had likely perished in the wilderness, never to return.
Among the Golden Marks of numerous Transcendent Practitioners, the Tenth Ring that had been leading everyone suddenly halted as if encountering some unforeseen great crisis and began to retreat rapidly.
Meanwhile, two other rings that moved at a steady pace chose to take a slightly longer route. They surpassed everyone else and became two unique existences among the shining numbers, standing out prominently.
If he wasn't mistaken, those two must be the ones.
In a secret chamber within Universe Hall, an Elderly Daoist with White Hair and a Childlike Face seemed to have his eyes closed as he spoke in a hoarse voice. This drew the attention of over twenty Universe Hall disciples nearby, who wondered which disciples bore the golden and silver rings that could advance so boldly.
Shen Shixing suddenly thought of Gu Ping and Jiang Anbo, who had been lingering in Tiandong City for nearly three months. With one being a Star Wars and the other a Star Master, their levels matched the colors of the rings before him. He knew that Star Wars had combat power equivalent to Transcendent Practitioners. Thinking about this made Shen Shixing feel somewhat proud.
He mused about what he had to be proud of; was it possible that he Shen Shixing had outstanding disciples? He couldn't recall any particularly exceptional students he had trained.
Standing next to Shen Shixing, an Old Woman tapped her nails and blew on them forcefully as if trying to blow dust onto Shen Shixing's face, revealing an expression of disdain as she looked at him.
The group of elderly individuals in the chamber turned their heads simultaneously towards Shen Shixing, making him feel somewhat embarrassed.
"Then, even if I don't deny it, his disciples, and those he personally assessed and tested, cannot be considered his people, right?"
Tsk tsk tsk, I didn't see this coming. I, Shen Shixing, have really picked up Bao'er. It's like a pie fell from the sky and hit me on the head; how come my head isn't split open?
Hmph.
Shen Shixing flicked his sleeve and looked at the paths of the two with a suddenly serious expression.
In the secret chamber, everyone saw the two suddenly quicken their pace as they approached the center of the secret realm.
The Night Emperor, who had just been rushing forward, was now retreating in a frenzied manner, completely disregarding his image. His tattered black robe was in shambles, and his chest was stained with blood. It was clear he had encountered some kind of crisis.
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