bullyxtreme Chapter 2018
Chapter 2018
Upon hearing this, Lu Xueqi's lips curled into a faint smile. She reached out and took Yun Xiao'er's arm, and the two walked side by side toward the pavilion deep inside the warship, their footsteps echoing softly on the deck.
“Back in the sect, I was single-mindedly focused on cultivation, only thinking about mastering my divine skills as quickly as possible, and never wanting to compete with my fellow disciples. But now… my mindset is different, and I naturally have to take on the responsibilities that are due.”
"Then you'll have to look after me a lot in the sect, Senior Sister! We're best friends!" Yun Xiao'er said, holding her hand and chattering away, her eyes full of affection.
Upon hearing this, many of the disciples behind her secretly lamented their loss – in the past, they had either distanced themselves from Lu Xueqi because of her aloof nature, or secretly regarded her as a "potion" to be used, and no one had ever genuinely befriended her.
Now that Lu Xueqi has been taken in as a personal disciple by the Immortal King, her status is rising rapidly, making it extremely difficult for her to curry favor with him.
Time slips through our fingers like sand, and three days pass by silently.
When the appointed time arrived, the immortal kings and god kings who were hovering above their respective warships, gazing into the void, or resting with their eyes closed, finally slowly opened their eyes.
The glint of inspiration in their eyes caused subtle ripples to appear in the surrounding void.
In the void, the eight figures exchanged glances, no need for words, only a slight nod.
The next second, all eight people took a step forward at the same time—without any earth-shattering phenomena, their figures seemed to have crossed spatial barriers and instantly appeared in the center of the void.
They are all old rivals, and they always take the lead whenever the Devouring Demon Star Ruins are fully opened. This action is already familiar to them, and their tacit understanding is natural.
The eight people simultaneously formed hand seals, and in an instant, the powerful magic of the Immortal King and the domineering power of the God King surged out like a tide, weaving into a dazzling net of light in the void.
The hands of the eight Immortal Kings seemed to have transformed into timeless treasures, their palm lines bearing the marks of time. With the combined strength of the eight, they forcefully pressed down on the solid void—"Crack!" A crisp sound rang out, and a dark crack appeared in the void, its edges still flickering with unstable spiritual light.
As soon as the gap opened, a sharp and piercing killing aura surged out, mixed with faint, mournful howls, as if countless vengeful spirits were struggling within it.
What's even more terrifying is that this aura can stir up the demonic thoughts hidden in the hearts of cultivators, making them uneasy—it's a stark contrast to the peaceful and stable aura of the void outside.
At this moment, Chen Xuan and the others had not yet been awakened by the True Immortal Elder. However, as the aura of the Devouring Demon Star Ruins was leaked, all the disciples on the warships of the eight holy lands suddenly opened their eyes and looked towards the center of the void in unison, their eyes filled with shock.
Chen Xuan abruptly rose from his cross-legged position, his eyes as solemn as iron, and muttered to himself, "This aura... is even more bizarre and dangerous than the rumors suggest."
Qiu Zixian's expression changed slightly, and the demonic aura around her unconsciously fluctuated. She looked at Chen Xuan, her voice trembling slightly:
"This aura gives me a feeling that is both familiar and terrifying. It's as if I can touch the source of my own path within it—Chen Xuan, this Devouring Demon Star Ruins must hold a great opportunity for me!"
Chen Xuan focused his mind and used his eye technique, his gaze piercing through the void to look at the crack.
As expected, under the impact of this aura, some disciples from the various holy lands turned ashen-faced and their spiritual energy began to become disordered; others staggered backward, clearly feeling the oppressive force of death from that aura.
Seeing this, the eight Immortal Kings acted together, injecting their powerful immortal energy into the edge of the crack, barely stabilizing the ever-expanding void passage.
Then, they each transmitted their voices to their own warships, their voices imbued with divine power, clearly reaching the ears of every disciple: "It takes a lot of divine power and magic to maintain the passage for the eight of us. Disciples who are qualified to enter, please come and assemble immediately!"