"Luo Chen..."
"Master..."
"Father King..."
Within the Sea Suppressing Immortal City on the Tian Nan Continent.
In a silent room, sounds of murmuring were occasionally heard.
The voice was sotis full of nostalgia, sotis filled with resentnt energy.
Upon closer inspection, the owner of the voice was unexpectedly a middle-aged man.
His features were rugged and stern, seeming to naturally exude an imnse aura of nobility.
The golden robe he wore further accentuated his royal deanor.
He sat there, not knowing how much ti had passed, yet it seed like only a brief mont; he remained seated like a mountain, showing no signs of unrest, as if he had long been accustod to such days.
He caressed a grand and magnificent crown in his hand, with a gaze filled with nostalgia.
This crown was nad the Ping Mountain Crown!
It was worn by his father king during his lifeti, and after the father king’s fall, it changed hands several tis before finally landing in the hands of his master, Luo Chen.
And now, the master has bestowed the Ping Mountain Crown upon him.
In a sense, it could be considered as a return to its original owner.
Suddenly!
The golden-robed man seed to sense sothing and slowly lifted his head.
He looked outside the room, then with silent solemnity, he placed the crown on his head and stood up.
Not far from this place, in a grand hall.
Buzz!
A low hum resonated, drawing the attention of all nearby cultivators.
As eight figures gradually appeared on the high platform of the teleportation formation, the guards of the transmission hall were filled with astonishnt.
"That’s Qing Lan Fairy!"
The first to recognize her was Fu Qinglan, who had previously visited the Sea Suppressing Immortal City.
Others soon followed, and most were recognized as well.
"The Tian Nan Dao Palace, the Observatory Master of Tianyuan Temple!"
"The Ziwei Hall Master!"
"The Longevity Hall Master!"
"The All Stars Hall Master!"
"And Master Bo..."
Faced with the shock of the cultivators below, Zhan Bingtao swept his gaze across, instantly silencing the entire hall.
The people dared not even breathe, puzzled as to why the most powerful and authoritative figures of the Tian Nan Continent had all gathered here.
The Dao Palace’s Five Nascent Soul experts, along with Master Bo, Master Hu, and Master Zhai, three Nascent Soul Stage Cultivators.
What kind of situation warrants the deploynt of so many masters?
Swish!
The fierce winds rose, and a figure entered the hall.
"Have all the guests arrived?"
Qing Lan Fairy looked towards the newcor, who was none other than Master Wen, guarding Sea Suppression City.
"Most are here, only a few remain. But the current teleportation formation on the Tian Nan Continent can only support the teleportation of eight or nine people at a ti. How about on your side?"
Master Wen gravely replied, "I’ve been keeping an eye on the Eastern Yuan Continent, it’s indeed engulfed in fierce battle, with a large number of Outer Continent Nascent Soul Strong People infiltrating. Had it not been for the Observatory Master’s restraint, I would have gone to support long ago. It remains unclear where these attackers have co from?"
Zhan Bingtao laughed angrily, "Just so petty clowns from the Eastern Wasteland! Once we go to support, we’ll bury them all. Have you prepared the temporary teleportation formation as planned?"
From the Eastern Wasteland?
Master Wen swallowed, recalling the destructive scene from years past when Qi Xia Emperor originated from East Desolate Cangwu Mountain.
He dared not imagine that annihilating event.
Steeling himself, Master Wen promptly responded, "It’s ready now. With the power of the Nine-layered Sea Suppression Gate gathered, it will help us instantly cross the ocean to the Eastern Yuan Continent."
"Then let’s begin!"
"Did you just teleport from the Dao Palace, shouldn’t you rest a bit first?"
"Do you think the enemy will give us ti to rest? Activate the cross-sea transmission array imdiately!" Zhan Bingtao retorted, his anger intensifying.
Master Wen quickly nodded, then dispersed the low order cultivators, taking out a compass and placing it on the original teleportation formation.
As the compass rotated, an attractive force erged naturally.
In the distance, where the Nine-layered Sea Suppression Gate lay, tremors occurred collectively, drawing upon accumulated powers, beginning to converge towards the transmission hall.
Zhan Bingtao and the others patiently suppressed their eagerness, silently waiting for Master Wen’s execution.
Ever since the collapse of Zhongzhou years ago, most teleportation formations across Zhongzhou were destroyed. Although attempts were made to reconstruct the teleportation points later, only a few could truly support long-distance transmission.
Sea Suppression City was the closest teleportation point to the Eastern Yuan Continent.
In such unspeakable waiting, tension gradually surged.
Suddenly!
Zhan Bingtao abruptly raised his head and shouted.
"Enemy attack!"
Without waiting for others to react, he rose into the sky, unleashing a fierce battle intent.
However!
Clang!
A dazzling blade light descended from the sky, directly striking Zhan Bingtao back to the ground.
The powerful shockwave further destroyed the transmission hall.
Master Wen, who was initially setting up the teleportation formation and drawing upon the powers of the Nine-layered Gate, was the first to suffer a backlash; he cried out in anguish and fell in the distance.
Others couldn’t spare a glance at him, first checking Zhan Bingtao who was struck back.
"I am unhard!"
From within the dust and smoke, Zhan Bingtao’s resounding voice declared.
Then, the group finally turned to look at the enemy.
The dilapidated hall’s do reflected a golden figure, wearing an Emperor’s Crown, wielding a golden long saber, exuding an unmatched sharp aura.
It seed as if he was the embodint of blade sharpness, a force that could sever everything.
"Nascent Soul Peak!"
"Golden Origin!"
"No, it’s not a mber of the Human Clan, it’s a Demon Beast!"
"Such powerful existence, how have I never heard of it?"
Although the intruder was strong, they were alone.
Hence, the Tian Nan Dao Palace folks didn’t harbor much fear.
Fu Qinglan’s divine consciousness scanned the opponent, her eyes filled with intense confusion.
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