mtl008 Chapter 1939
Chapter 1939
Yu'er, Xin'er, and other direct disciples who had never experienced spatial traversal before, as well as several core disciples, had never seen such a terrifying sight. They were immediately frightened, their faces changing slightly and their bodies involuntarily tensing up.
Seeing this, Chen Xuan reached out and pulled Yu'er beside him, transmitting a gentle spiritual energy through his fingertips, and softly comforted her: "Don't be afraid, there is a magic array shielding us, the turbulence can't hurt us."
After a long time, although the turbulence around the warship became increasingly fierce, and dark spatial fragments occasionally crashed into the light shield, making "bang" sounds, they were still unable to break through the seemingly thin light shield.
Only then did the tense disciples gradually breathe a sigh of relief and begin to curiously examine the strange scene in the crack—countless streams of light shuttled through the darkness, and occasionally fragments of broken stars flashed by, like a flowing galaxy.
The three elders stood with their hands behind their backs on the deck at the bow of the warship, their gazes fixed on the end of the spatial rift, communicating with each other through spiritual power. Just now in the main hall, they seemed indifferent to the rankings, but as their disciples' masters, watching the younger generation go to war time and time again, only to come in last place each time, they couldn't help but feel disappointed and resentful.
They knew better than anyone that the disciples of the sect were no less talented than those of other holy lands. The reason they were ranked lower all year was simply because the Heartless Holy Land did not have a supreme imperial weapon to suppress its fortune, and its foundation was slightly inferior. Most of the promising tribal geniuses were unwilling to come and become disciples.
On the other side of the deck, Chen Xuan was surrounded by several Daoist partners and close disciples, occasionally answering a few questions about spatial turbulence; on the periphery were other disciples and core disciples, gathered in twos and threes, excitedly discussing the upcoming ranking battle.
Just then, a sharp "whoosh" suddenly exploded from afar—about a thousand miles away from the warship, in the chaotic void, a dazzling golden crack suddenly appeared in the pitch-black chaos, and golden light spread out from the crack like a tide.
Immediately afterwards, a colossal ship, even larger and more majestic than the warship of the Heartless Holy Land, broke through the waves. Countless purple runes on its hull seemed to come alive, emanating a powerful aura that swept in all directions, causing the surrounding turbulent currents to stagnate.
Upon hearing the sound, Chen Xuan, Bai Qianhuan, Bai Qianjue, Xuan Hao, and the others all turned their heads sharply to look.
Chen Xuan frowned slightly, his eyes full of doubt—this spatial turbulence was a dangerous place, and ordinary forces would never easily set foot in it, so how could other warships suddenly appear?
Bai Qianhuan, standing beside Chen Xuan, clicked his tongue in amazement, a knowing glint in his eyes. He gathered a wisp of spiritual energy at his fingertips and whispered in Chen Xuan's ear, "Brother Chen Xuan, this is a warship from the Purple Mansion Holy Land. Every year at this time, warships from our various holy lands meet in these turbulent currents. Just by looking at the aura emanating from their ships, one can tell they have profound foundations. The three elders leading this expedition must possess unfathomable strength."
"The Purple Mansion Holy Land?" Upon hearing this name, Chen Xuan's eyebrows suddenly twitched.
The next second, two pale golden candle flames suddenly lit up in his eyes, flickering and emitting a warm yet sharp light.
As the candlelight was lit, the void thousands of miles away seemed to be instantly pulled closer, and the barriers of space vanished in his eyes.
Using the power of the Candle Dragon's Eye, he easily penetrated the purple protective array outside the enemy warship, and his gaze landed precisely on the familiar figure at the edge of the deck—it was Zi Mang!
At this moment, Zi Mang stood with his hands behind his back at the edge of the deck, his white robe fluttering in the turbulent currents, his black hair flying. He seemed to sense the gaze from afar, and immediately activated his Dao power, unleashing his Dao Eye Divine Power—two invisible gazes pierced through the layers of turbulent currents, meeting Chen Xuan's gaze in the void.
Both of them raised their eyebrows slightly, then simultaneously revealed a knowing smile and nodded gently in acknowledgment.
Then, they tacitly withdrew their supernatural abilities, exchanging greetings without much further communication.