***2 days later***
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After two days of cultivation beneath the ever-thickening spiritual aura, the atmosphere within the Supre Peak Holy Land had transford completely.
The place now buzzed with a subtle hum of spiritual energy, as if the air itself was alive with the pulse of Heaven and Earth.
The disciples ntally exhaisted yet full of energy at the sa ti, slowly opened their eyes.
anwhile,
In the hall, Ling’er slowly opened her eyes.
The twelve people going to the celestial assembly were already selected.
They were,
Lu Tian, the talented son of the Sect Master and a powerful cultivator with a steady foundation and firm heart.
Lu Qingyan, the Saintess of the sect.
PanWei, a fierce disciple with exceptional swordsmanship.
Jiai, a grand disciple skilled in defensive formations.
ChenRong, Zhou Feng, and six others, 2 females and 4 n.
When night descended, the moon turned bloody, anwhile, under the depth of sect, at the secret chamber, the spirit array glowed bright.
Wooosh~
With a dense fog, all 15 of them were pulled into a secret world.
The firmant of the Azure Cloud Convergence, the place atop the Heavenly Fragrance Terrace, a floating continent suspended above the ethereal clouds of the Sky-Reverent Domain.
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A secret realm vast and unfathomable stretched beyond mortal sight to limitless expansion.
Yet the only way lay through a shadowed-like dark tunnel, that looked endless, cold, and tight.
No step could turn from the winding path, no flight from its embrace, whichever way one walked, he would be only moving at the tunnel.
It is just like death, it doesn’t matter if a mortal takes a step forward or step backward, it’s a step closer to death.
"Young Master Zhao," a voice whispered with trembling breath,
"Let not hastily enter the domain, the first ones to enter are bound to trigger the traps," Saintess, Lu Qingyan said voice like honey.
Zhao Fan can’t help but look at her.
Her figure was like a blooming lotus, elegant and full of life. The dress, a river of night, flowed with patterns of scarlet blossoms.
The maiden stands before Zhao Fan, her delicate body donned in a modest cheongsam of vibrant red and ebony.
The silken fabric clings to her ample curves, accentuating the lush swell of her bosom and the tantalizing flare of her hips.
Her narrow waist seems almost too small to bear the weight of her voluptuous form.
Long raven tresses cascade down her back, framing a face of ethereal beauty.
Her large, luminous grey eyes sparkle with an inner light, drawing him deeper into their silvery depths.
Rosebud lips, soft and inviting, part slightly.
She is a vision of elegance and sensuality, a goddess among won.
Nature’s finest creations, jade skin, and lotus feet, the embodint of Jade beauty.
However, others didn’t listen and went inside.
The son of the sect master, Lu Tian tried to act strong but as soon as he took a step inside he died instantly.
Others paused in fear but too late... A tentacle ca from the darkness and killed all of them.
Zhao Fan: "..."
The juniors have eyes yet fail to see the vast sea in front of their eyes, forgetting never to jump into the water without testing the depth first.
Woosh~
Woosh~
Woosh~
One by one, figures descended like falling stars, stepping into the secret domain from myriad realms, be it the upper immortal world or almost bottom world.
Within an incense ti, almost around twenty thousand people arrived at the domain.
Each with powerful aura, standing in silence, their presence rippling through the air, yet, everyone was suppressed at the fifth stage of the Qi Saint realm.
Zhao Fan stood amidst the swirling mist, eyes narrowed like blades drawn beneath the moonlight, looking at few ones that could actually be threats.
The good thing was only 15 mbers were allowed, alas, their group already had only 5 mbers
Turning to the Saintess, his voice was calm, yet carried weight like thunder hidden in clouds.
"I wonder," he spoke, gaze lingering on her serene face,
"If Saintess has heard the news carried down by the Holy Lord?"
The saintess lowered her gaze, "Yes, Holy lord has inford that Young Master wishes to take a Dao companion,"
"Oh, I wonder if Saintess has any problem, if so, feel free to speak up, This Zhao shall listen to it," He said.
A heavy silence followed Zhao Fan’s words, one that rippled like a pebble cast into still waters.
Even the swirling mists of the secret domain seed to pause, listening.
Saintess Lu Qingyan, her lashes like twin feathers from a crane, lowered her gaze slightly.
Her voice, soft and composed as falling snow, carried no trace of emotion.
"This one... dares not question the will of the Holy Lord. If fate so decrees, then this humble woman shall follow the path laid before her,"
Yet in that serene response, behind her calm eyes, sothing deep stirred, a deep uncertainty, and perhaps a storm waiting to bloom.
But just then, a faint scoff broke through the quiet tension.
"Dao companion?"
From behind Zhao Fan, a gentle yet unmistakably sharp voice sounded.
It was Ling’er, her figure cloaked in flowing blue silk, her snowy countenance radiant beneath the celestial glow.
Though her expression remained composed, her eyes, like two pools of fros, narrowed ever so slightly.
She couldn’t help but look at her sister.
"Don’t tell Young Master is interested in taking her as a Dao companion because she looks like ," She couldn’t help but open her mouth but quickly maintained her composure and looked as Yi Xin Xue.
Her breath was calm, her gaze serene... yet within her heart, thoughts stirred like petals caught in a quiet storm.
Waiting for sister lotus to say sothing.
However, Yi Xin Xue jus smiled at Ling’er.
She had long understood the way of kings, and the shadowed roads of those who gather greatness beneath their feet.
To serve one destined to stand atop the Immortal Realms... is to accept the weight of many stars orbiting the sa sun.
She closed her eyes briefly, she is just the maid, she can’t say anything.
The three won stood still, none speaking.
Zhao Fan said nothing more.
He simply turned his gaze to the distant tunnel once more.
"Let’s go... It’s ti to enter the tunnel," Zhao Fan said, as confident as lion.
"B-but..." Saintess stamred, while Ling’er and Yi Xin Xue were also shocked.
"Of course, you can stay here if you don’t wish to follow this Zhao," He said with eyes cold as Ice.
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