klisemfg Chapter 1935
Chapter 1935
The Holy Land ranking battle is less than two years away.
The news swept through the holy lands like the wind, and those peerless geniuses who were out there training and adventuring or in seclusion stopped in their tracks. Those who were going to emerge from seclusion broke through their cultivation levels, while those who were going to return traveled day and night. Even the corners of the endless star field were filled with rumors about this grand event.
Some say that Dao Yi Holy Son, the number one among the younger generation of Dao Yi Holy Land, has already touched the threshold of the First-Class Heavenly Immortal Tribulation. If it weren't for wanting to further improve the Holy Land's ranking before breaking through and to bring his own Void Reversal Realm to a perfect end, he would probably have already joined the true upper echelons of the Holy Land hundreds of years ago.
There are also rumors circulating in several realms surrounding the Nine Netherworld Holy Land: Han Jiuling, the number one holy son of the Nine Netherworld, returned from the extremely dangerous Immortal Ancient Fallen God Desolation Land. He not only brought back a powerful weapon from the Immortal Ancient era, but also obtained the inheritance of a certain great power from it. For a time, he was unparalleled in his fame and no one could match him.
In addition, the secretive actions of Yaoguang Holy Land and the improved sword skills of Ziqing Shuangjue of Zifu Holy Land have also become the focus of heated discussions.
However, when these messages reached Chen Xuan's ears, he didn't care at all—it was common for various holy lands to promote their holy sons and daughters as the ranking battle approached, and it was hard to tell what was true and what was false.
In the past two years, Chen Xuan did not continue his arduous cultivation with his seven Daoist companions. Every day, he would either accompany them to travel around the famous mountains and rivers in the territory, watching the clouds roll and unfold; or sit around in the courtyard, sipping tea, playing chess, and wielding calligraphy and painting, cultivating his mind and character through music, chess, calligraphy and painting.
He knew that the greatest taboo in the cultivation of immortality was being impatient for quick success; only by proceeding slowly and methodically could one go far. The impatience accumulated during the nearly thousand years of seclusion had gradually dissipated during the leisurely time of the past two years, and the group's state of mind had actually improved significantly.
That day, Chen Xuan was strolling with Qiu Zixian through a peach blossom grove, the sweet fragrance of the flowers filling their nostrils, when suddenly he sensed an aura of celestial level rapidly approaching. He looked up and two clusters of pale golden candlelight suddenly ignited in his eyes, instantly revealing the appearance of the person who had approached.
"Is it the sect leader's puppet fairy child?"
No sooner had the words left his mouth than a streak of light landed before him. Although the newcomer appeared to be a seven or eight-year-old child, the aura emanating from him was genuinely at the level of a Celestial Immortal. Although this puppet was not a living being, the complex core array and special power source within it operated in tandem, making its speech, actions, and aura fluctuations almost indistinguishable from those of a living person.
"Senior Brother Chen Xuan, Senior Sister Qiu Zixian." The fairy boy bowed respectfully, his voice clear but with a hint of mechanicalness. "The sect leader has ordered that all disciples qualified to participate in the Holy Land Ranking Battle must gather at the First Cave Heaven at 3:00 AM tomorrow."
Chen Xuan and Qiu Zixian exchanged a glance, then cupped their hands and replied, "Disciple will keep the sect leader's order in mind."
The fairy boy nodded in agreement, turned around and transformed into a streak of light, disappearing into the horizon in the blink of an eye.
"Finally, this day has come." Chen Xuan looked at Qiu Zixian beside him, his tone filled with anticipation.
Upon hearing this, Qiu Zixian's eyes suddenly hardened, and she nodded slightly: "Xia Jiuyou and I are destined to fight. In this encounter, it will be either her death or mine."
Chen Xuan smiled and reached out to gently take her wrist. The warmth from his palm made Qiu Zixian pause slightly. "It won't come to that." His tone was firm, carrying an undeniable power. "With me here, no one will dare to harm you in the slightest. Not to mention Xia Jiuyou, even a True Immortal wouldn't be able to."
The news quickly reached Yu'er, Xin'er, and the others, who gathered around, their eyes full of curiosity: "Husband, can we, the direct disciples, go to watch the battle?"
Chen Xuan gently stroked Yu'er's soft, dark hair and said with a smile, "Personal disciples are naturally fine. But as for core disciples..."
Before he could finish speaking, Zi Mo and Tian Xing, who were standing to the side, looked disappointed, but they didn't say much—it was already an honor for core disciples to participate in the affairs of the Holy Land, and the number of spectator slots was already very limited.
"Haha, don't worry, I'll handle this." Chen Xuan patted his chest, smiling confidently. "We'll go to the meeting point together tomorrow."