Chapter 767: Meeting in the Sky
Rolling and terrifying demonic aura gradually dissipated, and the churning demonic clouds below parted to reveal the sky. The people trapped inside looked up at the light above, as if they had been granted a new lease on life, smiles appearing on their faces.
That demonic aura just now had been too terrifying, burying them all alive within it. They couldn't even see a single ray of light, and the dreadful aura above their heads felt like it would suffocate them to death. They dared not move, nor could they break out.
It wasn't just those genius disciples who felt this way; even the seven Snow Eagles were the same, not daring to move recklessly within the demonic aura.
Now that the clouds had parted and the demonic aura had vanished, how could they not be overjoyed? It was like finding a way out of a desperate situation. Just moments ago, they had truly feared that the terrifying demonic aura would directly swallow and kill them all.
Lin Feng and Tang Youyou stood together. Lin Feng's gaze was fixed on the distance, carrying a hint of cold detachment, as if something far away had captured his attention. This filled the crowd with a trace of confusion, wondering what Lin Feng had actually experienced just now.
Where had this demonic aura come from? And why had it suddenly dispersed? Lin Feng must know.
"By the way, where is that little demon?" At that moment, they noticed that the little demon, which always liked to perch on Lin Feng's shoulder, had vanished without a trace. This made their gazes freeze slightly. Lin Feng valued that beautiful white demonic beast greatly; he had nearly killed Baili Xi for her sake. But now, she had disappeared, which inevitably made everyone speculate. Unless it was absolutely necessary, Lin Feng would never let that little demon leave his side.
"Could it be because of this terrifying demonic aura?" The crowd's gazes hardened. If that dreadful demonic aura had been aimed at the little demon, then it was truly terrifying.
"Let's continue on our way." A voice came from the mouth of one of the Snow Eagles. Lin Feng turned around, letting out a long sigh in his heart. He pushed the thoughts aside. For now, he could only pursue strength.
Together with Tang Youyou, his body descended onto the back of the Snow Eagle from Tian Xuan Peak. The Snow Eagle spread its wings and took off, transforming into a rainbow streak as they continued their journey. The terrifying demonic aura still lingered in their minds, but it seemed it would remain an unsolved mystery. Lin Feng would not tell them.
The land beneath them constantly shifted as they flew over countless kingdoms. In the blink of an eye, another two days had passed, and the crowd no longer even knew where they were.
"Kree!" The Snow Eagle let out a sharp cry, then its body swooped downward, heading toward the ground below. The crowd's pupils contracted sharply. Had they finally arrived?
The earth gradually became clear. The Snow Eagle descended to an altitude of a thousand meters, and the land below was fully visible.
The vast, boundless yellow earth was covered in mountains, forests, and lakes, along with many stretches of wilderness. A faint aura of ancient desolation emanated from the land, as if it had endured countless years of long history.
"There are people."
At that moment, the crowd's gazes flickered slightly. They saw other powerful figures surging in from the distance, also riding formidable demonic beasts. As for the figures on those beasts, most were young like them, though there were also some older individuals. But their cultivation levels were almost universally below the Heavenly Martial Realm, at the peak of the Mysterious Martial Realm.
Especially the older figures—their auras had all reached the pinnacle of the Mysterious Martial Realm, touching the threshold of the Heavenly Martial Realm, as if they could break through and enter it at any moment. It was merely a matter of a single thought.
They were older, yet their cultivation levels were the same as those of the young people. This meant their talent was inferior, not as strong as these youths. Perhaps they lagged behind in many aspects as well. Of course, they had their own advantages: experience and maturity. Although they couldn't break through that barrier, their cultivation was already at the very peak of the Mysterious Martial Realm. Having immersed themselves in it for many years, it was extremely stable.
They would lack a bit of the recklessness of young geniuses, but they would also lack a bit of drive. If they couldn't break through to the Heavenly Martial Realm, it must be due to issues with their state of mind, lacking that unstoppable, overwhelming will.
Different major powers had different criteria for selecting people to enter the secret realm. Tianchi Snow Peak had chosen young geniuses, allowing them to undergo life-and-death trials. This had an extremely powerful tempering effect on them. If they obtained treasures, they would belong to them.
Those other groups also saw the Tianchi crowd. Their gazes turned this way, and their eyes clashed, as if a sharp aura was piercing through the space between them.
Everyone here had come for the secret realm. They would become enemies.
"They are people from the Tianchi Empire." Someone on the other side recognized the Tianchi Snow Peak group. The demonic beasts were Snow Eagles, and they wore seven-star robes, representing the seven peaks. They must be from the Tianchi Empire in the southeastern Qian Domain.
The Tianchi crowd, however, did not know where they came from. These disciples ultimately lacked broad experience. The Qian Domain was vast and boundless, containing eighteen mid-grade empires, as well as many terrifying sects and family forces. Although they were exceptionally talented, their worldly experience was not extensive.
The seven Snow Eagles, however, had flickering gazes. They recognized which force the other side belonged to, but they did not speak. The two sides treated each other like strangers, each speeding forward.
From the southern direction, another large group approached. This group rode warhorses with double wings. However, the warhorses had red dragon scales and were massive in size, spacious enough to hold seven or eight people comfortably. These were no ordinary horses; they were Dragon-Scale Warhorses, possessing the swift speed of tigers and leopards, the strength of giant elephants, and a trace of dragon bloodline power within them.
"What majestic mounts." The crowd's gazes froze. The Dragon-Scale Warhorses faintly emitted dragon roars, extremely piercing and fearsome.
The people on the warhorses were all extremely arrogant, as if they were above everyone else. They exuded an imperial aura, as if their status was exceedingly noble.
These people were actually from the Jade Heaven Royal Clan.
"They are people from the Tianchi Empire. The Tianchi Empire has boundless, vast snowy peaks, known as Tianchi, the holy land of the Tianchi Empire. These people come from Tianchi." A powerful figure ahead introduced them to the crowd. The people behind nodded slightly. The Tianchi Empire—they had heard of it to some extent. It was a very powerful force.
"Fifty-six people from the Tianchi Empire, all young experts, with the lowest cultivation at the Eighth Layer of the Mysterious Martial Realm, and most at the Ninth Layer. Clearly, they are extraordinary." A young man behind spoke slowly. He stood there, exuding a cold, domineering aura, as if he looked down on everyone.
Tianchi, being able to cultivate so many Eighth and Ninth Layer Mysterious Martial Realm experts, was naturally not simple.
Just as the young man finished speaking, a sharp gaze suddenly pierced toward him. His brow furrowed, and a cold light flashed.
Following that sharp, cold gaze, his eyes suddenly froze. His body trembled slightly.
"Lin Feng!"
The young man spat out a cold voice. He was none other than the Crown Prince of Snow Moon, Duan Wudao.
Lin Feng! After their parting in Snow Moon, he had actually seen Lin Feng again.
"Oh?" Many members of the Jade Heaven Royal Clan turned their gazes, all landing on Lin Feng. So this was Lin Feng?
Lin Feng's reputation was very loud within the Jade Heaven Royal Clan. They had heard that he used a demonic sword, fell into the demonic path, and had intimidated many Heavenly Martial Realm experts of the royal clan into retreating.
"You're still not dead?" A cold voice spat out. A Heavenly Martial Realm expert stared sharply, his powerful aura surging toward Lin Feng. This person was none other than the Heavenly Martial Realm expert who had personally gone to Snow Moon. Lin Feng had clearly fallen into the demonic path, trapped in slaughter, yet he was still alive and well, and even together with the Tianchi people.
Lin Feng's eyes were extremely cold, enough to make people tremble. He stared fixedly at these two. One was Duan Wudao, whom he must kill. And this Heavenly Martial Realm expert who had invaded Snow Moon—he also had to kill. When the opportunity came, he would uproot the entire Jade Heaven Royal Clan. Those who had brought calamity to Snow Moon and caused his loved ones and friends to suffer—none of them would be spared.
"I'm sorry to disappoint you." Lin Feng spat out a cold voice, then slowly turned his gaze away, no longer looking at the Jade Heaven Royal Clan members. For now, he couldn't kill them either, so he might as well ignore them.
That person's face turned extremely ugly. Lin Feng was so normal right now, far from being trapped in the demonic path. He had clearly broken free. This guy would be a major opponent for the Jade Heaven Royal Clan.
With this thought, a flicker of killing intent gleamed in his eyes. If they could eliminate Lin Feng, they absolutely must not let the opportunity slip!
PS: Worked overtime for two days, no rest this week.