"Xiaole, congratulations!"
"Compared to you, Shi junior brother, we feel too ashad to show our faces," Zhan Renxiong and his son said with a laugh as they ca forward to offer congratulations. On the one hand, they were genuinely happy for Shi Xiaole. On the other hand, the stronger Shi Xiaole beca, the greater his chances of securing the Color Crossing Ship.
"Suzerain, is there any news about the Color Crossing Ship?"
After expressing thanks, Shi Xiaole took the initiative to ask.
"It will be in the next few days, Xiaole, be prepared. You are our main force," Zhan Renxiong said, patting Shi Xiaole on the shoulder.
These days he had not been idle, going to great lengths to contact the Cold Crow Association and other Martial Emperors of the Void Origin Realm. Once he conveyed Shi Xiaole’s intentions not to pursue the other experts of the Sky Alliance, they quickly assembled fifty experts. Among them were twenty-nine Void Origin Realm Martial Emperors and twenty-one peak Earth Immortals.
After all, not everyone was guaranteed to want to leave the Colorless Realm, so under this premise, this was almost the strongest lineup that the Colorless Realm could muster. By now, all of them had already arrived at the Ten Sword Sect.
Sensing the gazes around him, Shi Xiaole said, "Could everyone please move over here, let’s get acquainted in advance to avoid any unfamiliarity when we act."
"That is also my wish."
"What Ten Sword Emperor says is very true."
Whoosh whoosh whoosh.
A series of figures swept over, all masters prepared to fight for the Color Crossing Ship. Seeing Shi Xiaole, their first reaction was astonishnt, followed by boundless shock.
He was too young, not even a hundred years old in terms of life essence. Although Zhan Renxiong had described Shi Xiaole’s situation earlier, most of them still found it unbelievable.
A few won, anwhile, had glimring eyes.
Young, handso, strong; these were the first impressions Shi Xiaole made on them. He should have been overwhelmingly radiant, yet that inborn indifference tempered his imposing aura, not suffocating others but inspiring admiration in them.
This contradictory quality gave Shi Xiaole a mysterious and unfathomable attraction to the won.
Facing each person who greeted him, Shi Xiaole did not put on airs, eting with each of them. After a series of complints, Zhan Renxiong took over and explained the plan to snatch the ship to everyone, which essentially involved assigning different tasks based on each person’s traits.
After that discussion, all fifty individuals set off that day, heading toward the Returning Ho River. If not for waiting for Shi Xiaole, they would have left much earlier.
...
The Returning Ho River, located north of the Colorless Realm, was boundless, and its waters were surprisingly silver. Standing on the shore looking out, it appeared as if countless liquid crystals were rolling about, with sunlight unable to leave a shadow on its surface.
According to the Zhan father and son, the Returning Ho River was extrely dangerous. Anyone who fell into it would be utterly obliterated. Shi Xiaole attempted to release a stream of Vigorous Air, only to find that it vanished imdiately upon touching the Returning Ho River.
"Only the Color Crossing Ship can sail on the Returning Ho River; hence, it’s our only way out of the Colorless Realm," Zhan Liye said from the side.
Shi Xiaole nodded, shifting his gaze. He quickly spotted a giant black ship, about ten thousand ters from the shore.
With intense eyes, Zhan Liye said, "That is the Color Crossing Ship. It can only move a thousand ters each day. At this rate, it should reach the shore in about half a month."
Not just Zhan Liye, but others too had their eyes blazing with eagerness, wishing they could leap onto it imdiately.
With the power of this group, they could do as they pleased in the Colorless Realm, but in the end, the realm was far too limited, and nowhere near as vibrant and diverse as the outside Martial World.
Suddenly, Shi Xiaole turned his gaze to the right. Tens of thousands of ters away stood an old man in a moon-white robe, his eyes narrowing slightly when he noticed Shi Xiaole looking at him.
"Minus one person, kid, we must collaborate. No one understands the Color Crossing Ship better than I do. Without my guidance, you’ll never defeat the Ferrying Warrior," the old man coldly said to Shi Xiaole, treating him as though he were the leader. The statent was not made through voice transmission, probably because the old man disdained to use it.
Upon hearing these words, the others showed no reaction, but the twenty-one peak Earth Immortals in the group were thrown into a panic.
If soone had to be replaced, it would certainly be one of them. Everyone’s strength was similar, and it could easily co down to bad luck.
But don’t forget that this gathering included fifty top masters, led by Shi Xiaole and the old geezer, arguably the strongest in nearly a thousand years. Missing out on this group ant that, given the lifespan of a Divine Barrier Realm Earth Immortal, they were likely to die of old age in the Colorless Realm.
Unless they made a breakthrough to the Void Origin Realm halfway, but even if they did, that didn’t guarantee securing a spot on the next Color Crossing Ship.
The old geezer continued, "Kid, our dispute was rely a clash of egos. Now, with a common goal in sight, the smart move would be to set aside our differences temporarily."
Despite not wanting to admit it, the old geezer knew that if Shi Xiaole interfered, their mission would beco very challenging, so he chose to show weakness first.
But once on the Color Crossing Ship, familiar with the situation as he was, he could manipulate it to ensure Shi Xiaole’s death. With this thought, a sinister glint flickered deep in the old geezer’s eyes.
Shi Xiaole neither agreed nor declined, as if he hadn’t heard.
But the others were tempted. With the old geezer’s addition, it was double security, and the success rate of seizing the ship would definitely increase significantly. However, nobody made a move; they were all watching Shi Xiaole, as nobody wanted to offend the young man.
"Alright."
After pondering for a mont, Shi Xiaole finally nodded.
Aside from the Zhan father and son, the others had no personal ties to him. Moreover, seizing the ship relied on group strength; the stronger the group, the safer everyone would be. There was nothing to be concerned about.
"Leave."
Shi Xiaole personally designated an individual as the weakest in his perception.
The person nad turned pale, but dared not protest. After standing motionless for a mont, he bowed and said, "In that case, I wish you all a smooth journey." Having spoken, he leapt away.
Nobody cared about his departure. In the following days, everyone sat in ditation, not disturbing each other, every one of them wanting to be in the best condition before trying to seize the ship.
Ever since his spiritual prowess had improved, Shi Xiaole’s sensitivity had grown even stronger. He had noticed the coldness in the old geezer’s eyes from the start, but with him joining, seizing the ship did indeed beco more feasible. He just needed to be more cautious.
Shi Xiaole, ard with his various trump cards, had the courage to take the risk.
As ti passed, the Color Crossing Ship drew ever closer to the shore.
Thirty ters.
Twenty ters.
...
On the final day, no one could remain calm, all eyes were fixed on it.
The mont the pitch-black iron ship, one hundred ters high and fifty ters long, approached the shore, the sound of tearing wind exploded as fifty experts surged forward. Mid-jump, they ford a prearranged formation.
Led by the old geezer, familiar with the situation, with Void Origin Realm Martial Emperors on both sides, and Shi Xiaole, the strongest among them, covering the rear.
"Everyone, be careful; step on the fifty pairs of footprints!"
The Color Crossing Ship was pitch-black all over, exuding a terrifying sense of gloom and despair. Rembering his last experience, the old geezer trembled as he spoke. As the fifty individuals each found their pair of footprints, they seed to trigger so chanism, and the Color Crossing Ship slowly moved away from the shore.
An overwhelming force pressed down on them, and the old geezer leaped towards the first floor of the six-story ship like a madman.
The others followed suit.
Boom boom boom...
In that instant, the twenty peak Earth Immortals who had leaped up forcibly were crushed by the ship’s pressure, their organs burst, and they fell to the ground and died horribly.
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