bookcurios Chapter 1943
Chapter 1943
"Whoosh—"
Eight warships, like ancient stars, steadily docked in the void surrounding the octagonal arena. As soon as they landed, twenty-four streams of light shot into the sky from each warship, each carrying the pressure of a True Immortal, converging in the void to form a dazzling band of light—the three elders from each of the eight holy lands.
"Go!" The gray-robed elder of Dao Yi Holy Land shouted first, holding up a jade talisman engraved with Dao patterns in his palm. The moment the jade talisman left his body, it turned into a golden light and rushed straight towards the core of the arena.
"Break!" Elder Li Yu followed closely behind, his arms trembling as the divine and demonic patterns around his body surged. A jet-black demonic flame and a shimmering white immortal light intertwined to form a seal, which crashed down on the array eye at the edge of the arena.
The other True Immortals also made their moves, some forming profound incantations to condense runes into arrows of light at their fingertips, others offering up their sect's tokens to make ancient artifacts emit a inherited spiritual light—these diverse powers, like rivers flowing into the sea, all rushed into the core Dao runes on the surface of the void arena.
Visibly, the ancient immortal array patterns that had been dormant for countless ages were awakened one by one. The dark golden patterns began to flow with divine radiance, as if they were alive, moving across the surface of the arena, and even the surrounding void rippled slightly.
"It actually requires the combined efforts of twenty-four True Immortals to activate?" Chen Xuan stood on the deck, gazing at the dazzling sea of light in the void above, his eyes filled with amazement.
He could sense that each stream of power injected into the array carried a different primal aura, yet they were perfectly fused under some ancient rule. Such skill was enough to demonstrate the extraordinary nature of this void arena.
“Crack—”
Just as everyone was marveling at the scene, a deafening roar suddenly erupted. The enormous octagonal arena that had been floating in the void slowly transformed into a semi-transparent curtain of light, cascading down like flowing water and landing steadily on the broken edge of the half-star below.
The moment the light screen made contact with the broken star, the two began to merge rapidly. On the exposed rock layers of the broken star, array patterns of the same origin as the arena appeared, and golden light spread out from the break, enveloping half of the planet in a sacred halo.
Immediately afterwards, countless divine rays shot into the sky from the point of fusion, piercing through the dark void.
As the light faded, a colossal world projection suddenly appeared before everyone's eyes—the projection contained endless mountains, rushing star rivers, and even floating celestial palaces, every detail lifelike, as if one could reach out and touch the rocks on the mountains and feel the wind of the star river.
"Holy crap! This isn't an ordinary illusion, nor is it a projection of a mountain and water treasure?" Chen Xuan was completely shocked. He subconsciously turned to look at Bai Qianhuan beside him, only to see that she also looked blank, clearly knowing very little about the mysteries of such an ancient treasure.
Just then, Xiaota's voice suddenly rang in his mind, with a hint of lazy admiration: "Kid, you're quite lucky to actually see an eternal magic weapon that can compress the projection of the world in this world."
"An eternal treasure that compresses the projection of the world?" Chen Xuan's heart tightened, and he quickly asked in his mind, "What does that mean?"
"Hmph, with your current level, you might not even understand even if I explained it to you." Little Tower chuckled, her tone tinged with disdain, yet she couldn't help but offer a few more explanations.
“During the Immortal Ancient Era, powerful beings could unleash world projections with earth-shattering might. Weak cultivators didn’t even have the right to experience it. Unless they were direct descendants, they had no chance to comprehend it up close. If you have time, you can take a good look at this projection; it will benefit your enlightenment.”
Chen Xuan gazed at the magnificent world projection, his fingertips itching slightly. However, he caught a glimpse of the three elders returning from the void out of the corner of his eye, so he could only suppress his curiosity and reply in his mind, "I don't have time to think about these things for now. The Holy Land Ranking Battle is about to begin."
"Brother Chen Xuan, be careful!" Bai Qianhuan suddenly reached out and grabbed his arm, her tone both urgent and embarrassed. "According to the rules, the first one to step onto the Void Arena must be the Holy Land that ranked last in the previous competition... which is our Heartless Holy Land."
When Bai Qianhuan mentioned the word "last place," her ears turned slightly red: "In the past, my little sister and I were always the last to go on stage, but we always had to wait until the other disciples were almost completely crushed before we could go on. This time, with you and Senior Sister Zixian supporting us, we finally don't have to be timid anymore, and we can go on stage directly in the first round!"
Chen Xuan nodded slightly – he had heard similar clauses before when the Sect Master of Ruthless Sect explained the rules.
The Holy Land ranking battles come in various formats, including team battles, three-person battles, five-person battles, as well as individual battles and gauntlet battles. Each battle awards points, and the final ranking is determined by the total points.
The top-ranked holy lands not only gain more spots in the Devouring Demon Star Ruins, but also have other holy lands actively promote their reputation, which is crucial for attracting talented disciples.
In previous ranking battles, Bai Qianhuan and Bai Qianjue, despite being the strongest fighters of the Jueqing Holy Land, were always forced to stay until the end. This was because Xuan Hao, Liuli, Cang Xuanyue, and others who appeared earlier were often crushed by the holy sons and daughters of other holy lands within a few rounds. They could only hastily step onto the field to clean up the mess, but by then their points had fallen too far behind, and they were powerless to turn the tide.
"Brother Chen Xuan, with your strength, you should be able to compete with Dao Yi Saint Son, Han Jiuling, Xia Jiuyou, Xiao Xuanche, Tianxuan Saintess, and the Ziqing Duo this time." Bai Qianhuan looked at Chen Xuan, her eyes full of expectation, and her tone became more serious.
"The honor and disgrace of this sect depend entirely on you and Senior Sister Zixian."
Upon hearing this, Chen Xuan frowned slightly—not because he disliked Bai Qianhuan's entrustment, but because his gaze kept drifting towards the warships of the Yao Guang Holy Land.
At this moment, many young men and women have appeared on the warship wrapped in holy light. Among them, six people have powerful auras and are obviously the holy sons and daughters participating in the competition. However, he searched every corner but could not find Lu Xueqi's figure, not even a trace of familiar aura.
“Buzz——”
Just as he was feeling uneasy, the world projection in front of him suddenly began to fluctuate violently.
The once magnificent landscape of mountains and stars gradually distorted, eventually transforming into a dueling arena suspended above the sea of clouds—the arena itself was cast from white jade, its edges carved with auspicious dragon and phoenix patterns, and below, clouds and mist swirled, with the faint cry of cranes audible. It turned out that this world projection could simulate any battle scene desired by its master.
"It's time to go on stage!" Bai Qianhuan took a deep breath, feeling the gazes from all the holy lands—some mocking, some curious, and some scrutinizing.
Meeting the expectant gazes of Elders Xiyue, Qianzhan, and Liyu, he suddenly waved his hand, leading Bai Qianjue, Xuanhao, Liuli, and Cang Xuanyue, and leaped off the deck.
Five streaks of light pierced the void and landed steadily on the sword-fighting platform atop the mountains, a projection of the world.
When they saw Bai Qianhuan and Bai Qianjue personally take to the field in the first round, the other holy lands' old rivals were stunned. In the past, the Jueqing Holy Land would send out some disciples with mediocre strength to consume points first. How dare they send out their strongest combat force this time?
After a brief moment of surprise, everyone's gaze turned to the deck of the warship of the Heartless Holy Land, focusing on the white-haired, serene young man and the alluring woman beside him, dressed in a black gauze dress.
— They all guessed that the Heartless Holy Land dared to be so assertive because it must have gained new confidence.