"We must leave imdiately!"
Zhang Yuge was the first to state his position. "Agreed!"
Bei Tangfeng also spoke up. "I agree as well!"
A chorus of assent followed. "Agreed!" "No problem!"
In the end, even Ji Yan and Ye Guhong had no choice but to nod.
And so, the city floated above the East Sea, emitting a faint glow. It gazed at the full moon across the water, both of them tranquil in their own right.
* * *
The sea was stormy. The pitch-black water was like ink and seed to hide so great beast beneath, creating an imnse, oppressive, even suffocating, pressure.
In fact, when faced with the boundless ocean, very few people truly feel the vastness of the world. More often, they only beco more aware of their own insignificance.
But before the colossal blood-red wall that pierced the heavens, even the vast ocean seed trivial.
The waves beat against it in a steady rhythm, sotis furious, sotis calm. Every so often, a thousand-foot-high wave would rise, blotting out all light.
The blood-red wall remained unmoved.
Wang Xiu rode atop the Disaster Brood, its feet treading just above the surface of the sea. Waves crashed toward them continuously, but before they could get close, the water parted to either side, falling away like rain.
The Earth Immortals were fighting within the third layer of the void, isolated from the outside world by three spatial layers. The blood-red wall ford by the Great Abyssal Demonic Array was yet another barrier. Even with Wang Xiu’s sharp perception, it was difficult to discern the details of the battle.
Even so, the commotion stirred by the fighting remained terrifying. The entire surface of the sea trembled without pause. Far above in the heavens, thunder rumbled from ti to ti like the roar of ancient Fierce Beasts, striking fear into the hearts of mortals.
With Luo Binglan’s arrival, the battle should be going much better than before. She was extraordinarily gifted and had truly grasped part of the essence of the Qing Emperor’s Longevity Scripture. The technique Wang Xiu had reminded her of—the one to break through the blood-red wall—contained the profundities of the Scripture, granting boundless power and unceasing life force. In this state, Luo Binglan’s combat power was astonishing.
Therefore, Wang Xiu was not worried for the ti being.
However... how will they end this battle?
As he pondered this, Wang Xiu raised his hand. He scooped up countless droplets of seawater, which swiftly assembled and arranged themselves before him.
This was a form of divination—a calculation, in essence. It was the process of using known information to compute the remaining unknowns. Such a process consud a terrifying amount of ntal energy, but for Wang Xiu’s powerful Divine Soul, it was not difficult.
Ordinarily, his Realm wasn’t high enough to have a clear grasp of the power at the Earth Immortal Realm, so he shouldn’t have been able to perform accurate calculations. But fortunately, his mind contained an abundance of top-tier legacies. Each legacy was more than a re cultivation thod. Just as the Imperial Scriptures were not simply a chant, these legacies had to encompass everything, containing the fundantal principles of heaven, earth, and the universe.
If one can see far from a high mountain, then Wang Xiu, standing on the shoulders of giants, could naturally see even farther.
The moon set.
The sun rose.
The moon set again.
Tides ebbed and flowed. Several days passed in the blink of an eye.
Wang Xiu remained as still as a reef on the sea’s surface. Only the water droplets before him shifted at a frightening speed.
He needed to calculate the potential responses Zhuo Canglang and the others might choose. If they hadn’t thought of a solution by then, he could remind them. If they had already thought of one or were already prepared, he could at least judge in advance if he could be of any help.
At least I can do sothing!
Finally, after who knows how many sunrises, the light of the morning sun once again fell upon him. The water droplets before him all fell away, save for a single one. It glittered brightly, like a golden bead in the sunlight, shining with a faint luster.
Wang Xiu gazed at that single droplet and fell silent.
* * *
"This battle is aningless! In the end, you will be the ones to lose!" Ye Huang’s gaze was sharp and his aura chilling. His breathing was faintly rapid; though subtle, his condition was clearly not as good as it was at the start.
Luo Binglan’s sudden arrival, along with the mid-battle breakthroughs of Zhuo Canglang and Dugu Qingqian, had caused them considerable trouble. What should have been an easy victory had devolved into a stalemate that had now lasted for days.
Though the outco seed uncertain, everyone knew Ye Huang was right. This was Demon Sea Island. It was filled with thick Demonic Qi and now perated with overwhelming blood Qi—resources the Demon Emperors could utilize. In a war of attrition, the Human Race didn’t stand much of a chance.
Zhuo Canglang didn’t respond to Ye Huang. Instead, he turned to the Sect Master of Mount Shu and said, "Godfather, I need so ti!"
At these words, all the Earth Immortals present showed a flash of surprise before their expressions quickly returned to normal.
Perfected Daoxuan looked at him, his gaze complex. "Have you thought it through?"
Zhuo Canglang smiled. "There’s nothing to think about. These fiends are as tough as we expected; there’s no other way. It’s just... this will be hard on you, Godfather."
Perfected Daoxuan laughed heartily. "You brat. You’ve been calling Godfather for hundreds of years. I always knew I’d have to pay you back for it one day!"
After a pause, his gaze grew serene as he looked toward the Demon Emperors. He smiled and said, "Don’t worry. I may be old, but I can still hold on."
Zhuo Canglang nodded and then looked toward the Fire Ancestor, the Snow Ancestor, and the others. No words were needed; a single glance was enough.
Several of them simultaneously withdrew, ascending high into the heavens. Their hands ford seals at a blinding speed, and streams of complex runes flew from their bodies.
RUMBLE!
For a mont, ancient and imnse consciousnesses seed to stir from the deepest reaches of the void, their presence faint but unmistakable.
Ye Huang’s pupils contracted. He was uncertain what Zhuo Canglang and the others were doing, but to allow them to prepare so openly would be an insult to his intelligence.
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