Other disciples looked at each other, hesitated for a mont, but finally followed Lin Su onto the wide back of the Feng Venerable.
Accompanied by the ice-blue phoenix shadow soaring into the sky, the disciples of the Immortal Phoenix Sect participating in the Star Plucking Battle, under the personal lead of Ji Qinghuan, headed towards the location of the Star Sky Secret Realm.
...
Amidst endless mist, there is a grand pavilion suspended in the void, stretching tens of thousands of ters.
Its interior comprises hundreds of levels, each resembling a unique world, self-contained, and varying in form.
So levels are filled with pavilions and towers, scenic lotus ponds, while others are fiery and occasionally resound with the sound of forging.
Even more astonishing is that such a majestic structure shows no signs of seams or joints, appearing as though it was forged entirely as one.
This miracle of creation is none other than the Weapon Casting Pavilion, one of the six major sects in the Eastern Extre Domain.
At this mont, in a vast realm on the topmost level of this grand pavilion, hundreds of young figures have gathered.
Among the crowd, a short and stout disciple, wearing the luxurious disciple attire of the Weapon Casting Pavilion without any hint of nobility, tugged the sleeve of a nearby disciple.
"Little Ye, Little Ye, look over there," Lu Ziye pointed discretely towards a figure moving in the direction of the crowd, his face carrying an odd expression, "That’s the Pavilion Master’s Direct Disciple, Chu Chao. Unexpectedly, he too has co for this Star Plucking Battle."
"Hmm?" Lin Ye followed the gaze, then frowned slightly, "It’s said that he’s already half a step into the Martial Arts Extre Realm. Coupled with talisman weapons and multiple superior spiritual weapons, his power can indeed rival the Martial Arts Extre Realm."
"Is our sect also targeting Brother Su?"
"You rascal," Lu Ziye chuckled helplessly, patting Lin Ye’s shoulder, "Keep your voice down for such talk. Due to your cousin Lin’s brother’s identity, you’ve already drawn considerable attention within the sect."
He paused slightly before continuing, "It’s not exactly targeting. This is the Heavenly Rank Secret Realm, and every sect will strive with all their might. Lin Brother has shown such power externally, so I believe any disciple sent by the sects for this Star Plucking Battle will hardly be weak."
"Not to ntion, talking about our own Pavilion here," Lu Ziye pointed to other disciples, "We two are at the bottom of the ranks in terms of strength, mostly participating."
"Moreover..." Lu Ziye leaned closer to Lin Ye and lowered his voice, "You must trust Lin Brother; how could he have not made any progress in the past six months?"
Lin Ye nodded slightly, then his face broke into a look of anticipation.
Since entering the Weapon Casting Pavilion, he hasn’t seen Lin Su for a full six months. This mont, though representing different sects, is also a good opportunity for reunion.
Quickly, the disciples gathering here quieted down.
A figure abruptly appeared in front of them.
It was a robust man, his muscular fra and height of over two ters exuded an oppressive presence that anyone would sense upon seeing him.
But this sense of oppression beca insignificant after the man revealed a re hint of his aura.
Instantly, the disciples present felt as if a formidable realm was looming towards them, causing their breath to hitch under the terrifying sensation.
This was a Martial Domain Realm martial expert, a supre Weapon Casting Master, the Pavilion Master of the Weapon Casting Pavilion—Zhou Chaotian!
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, you little guys are still quite tender!" Zhou Chaotian glanced at the disciples whose faces rapidly changed under his slightest aura, and with a swipe of his hand, pressed down the bristle-like spikes atop his head.
He then casually lifted his hand and pressed forward, causing a colossal object suspended high in the sky to rumble down.
It was an imnse turtle, towering over ten thousand ters, resembling an ancient behemoth through ages past. Its surface was inscribed with countless runes, and the ornate patterns glimred like stars, emitting a suffocating, terrifying aura.
It moved as if alive, like a legitimate being, but certain special details revealed it lacked true life.
On the back of the giant turtle rested a vast pavilion, adorned with intricately carved beams, jade-hued tiles, and remarkable craftsmanship.
Supre Spiritual Weapon, the Sky Carrying Turtle Boat!
Upon seeing it, all disciples present narrowed their eyes.
Within the Weapon Casting Pavilion, there are a total of eleven supre spiritual weapons.
These eleven supre spiritual weapons constitute the entire foundation and heritage of the Weapon Casting Pavilion, known only to those initiated into the sect.
The Sky Carrying Turtle Boat before them is one of them.
It was crafted from the carcass of an immortal-ranked exotic beast slayed by a forr Pavilion Master of the Weapon Casting Pavilion!
Supre spiritual weapons possess enough spirit to beco tangible, giving the turtle semblance of life under its control.
"Enough with the chatter, let’s set off!" Zhou Chaotian roared, tapping his foot, and his body transford into a radiant streak, swiftly appearing atop the Sky Carrying Turtle Boat.
"Yes, Pavilion Master!" The disciples of the Weapon Casting Pavilion shouted in unison, following closely as radiant streaks behind him.
The Sky Carrying Turtle Boat roared silently into the sky, taking steps across the void.
It seed endowed with spatial power, each step causing space to distort, each stride covering tens of thousands of ters in an instant, leading the Weapon Casting Pavilion’s elite warriors towards the Star Sky Secret Realm!
...
"Step~"
A group of figures converged at a hall built of white bones with the sound of steps echoing one after another.
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