bookcurios Chapter 1941
Chapter 1941
The ancient arena appears amidst the remnants of stars, and dark currents surge from the nine netherworlds.
The Candle Dragon's Eye slowly faded, and the pale golden candlelight disappeared from Chen Xuan's eyes, but the unease in his heart rose and intensified like a tide, making his breathing become heavier.
He always felt that Lu Xueqi was on that warship wrapped in holy light in the Yaoguang Holy Land—perhaps hiding behind the window of the attic, looking at him through layers of magic arrays, but for some reason, she never stepped out of the deck to let him see her.
A familiar coolness suddenly ran through his fingertips. Chen Xuan quickly flipped his hand and pulled out the jade pendant hanging from his waist.
The jade pendant was smooth and lustrous, with a strong "仙" (immortal) character engraved on its surface. A strand of jet-black hair was wrapped around the center of the character. It was a token of love between him and Lu Xueqi. When they parted years ago, she returned her "仙" pendant to him, and they made a promise to communicate with each other through spiritual power, which could connect them across thousands of miles.
He focused his mind, channeling his magical power into the jade tablet, his fingertips brushing against the strand of black hair, holding his breath as he awaited the familiar spiritual response. But after a moment, all he received was a cold, stagnant response; the sensation felt as distant as if separated by billions of stars, clearly not within a million miles of him.
“Impossible…” Chen Xuan held the jade pendant, his fingertips repeatedly tracing the patterns of the character “仙” (immortal), his voice so soft it was almost a soliloquy, “She would never have lost the Xuan character pendant, much less have she lost the connection… Could something really have happened?”
The coolness of the jade pendant seeped into his palm through his fingertips, but it couldn't suppress the surging anxiety in his heart. Just as he was about to push his magic power deeper, "Whoosh—" a violent gust of air suddenly surged from all directions, and all the surrounding warships accelerated simultaneously!
The void before him instantly transformed into a flowing band of light, the dark turbulence and shattered stardust becoming blurred lines, and all that remained in his ears was the sharp whistle of the warship tearing through space—its speed was so fast that it seemed to be tearing apart the shackles of the Heavenly Dao. Even with Chen Xuan's True Immortal cultivation, he couldn't help but squint, a slight tightness rising in his chest.
This extreme speed did not last long. A moment later, the eight warships slowed down as if blocked by an invisible barrier. Chen Xuan and the others felt a sudden heaviness around them, as if they were passing through a thick cloud covered with lead, and even their breathing became heavy.
The moment the thick clouds dispersed, everyone was stunned.
In the void ahead, a planet, half of which had been cleaved off by a single sword strike, floated suspended. The rock layers at the break were exposed, and the crimson veins resembled congealed bloodstains. Black dust drifted slowly around the planet's remains, exuding an ancient stillness and loneliness—as if the planet's life had been extinguished by that sword strike billions of years ago.
Above this half-star, a huge octagonal disc was slowly rotating. The disc was made of an unknown dark gold metal, and its edges were engraved with blurry ancient runes. Each rune exuded a faint pressure. Although its shape resembled a battlefield arena, it was more magnificent than any training ground in a holy land, and even the surrounding space was slightly distorted by the pressure.
The oppressive aura was too heavy, as if it had flowed from the beginning of time to the present, carrying a sense of vastness and desolation overlooking the ancient past. Chen Xuan and the others, standing on the deck of the warship, felt as if a huge rock was pressing on their chests, their breathing became rapid, and even the circulation of their spiritual energy slowed down.
“This thing… shouldn’t exist in this world.” Qiu Zixian subconsciously gripped Chen Xuan’s hand, her voice tight. “It’s as if it’s rejected by the Heavenly Dao, and can only hide in this deep void, barely occupying a corner.”
Everyone's expression turned solemn—everyone knew that this star field was once the ancient battlefield of the Immortal War. Back then, nearly twenty or thirty half-step Quasi-Emperors perished here, their divine blood staining the starry sky red, and their divine bones turning into stardust.
The octagonal arena before us is nothing more than a broken weapon left behind by a quasi-emperor after his death, yet it already possesses such power.
If those Quasi-Emperors were standing here at their peak... Chen Xuan clenched his fist, a sudden realization dawning on him—these True Immortals were probably not even ants.