Chaos Heavenly Emperor Technique

Capítulo 1233: Chapter 1234: Surviving the Calamity!

Deserted City.

With the conclusion of the Tianlan Sea Token competition, the large number of cultivators lingering in Deserted City gradually began to withdraw, while the lucky ones who obtained the Tianlan Sea Token had already gathered in the Murong Mansion.

Yang Huanzhi once again altered his appearance, and with a Tianlan Sea Token, blended into the Murong Family.

Originally, including the ten Tianlan Sea Tokens that Desolate Sea Venerate had previously distributed, there should have been fifteen people who won the opportunity to enter the Miracle Sea. Unfortunately, two of those tokens were in Ling Feng’s possession, so in the end, only thirteen martial artists gathered at the Murong Family.

Yang Huanzhi scanned the crowd. Aside from the four cultivators from the Tianlan Sea Token competition, every other token holder was a disciple of top strength from the Inner Sea, most of whom were at the peak of the Divine Sea Realm.

Clearly, they were all here to seek opportunities to break through to the Human Emperor in the Miracle Sea.

Di Xuan stood in the crowd, still with an indifferent expression, seemingly unconcerned with anything.

Yang Huanzhi sighed softly; unfortunately, Ling Feng was not there, so he had no one to talk to, let alone anyone to rely on.

That day, the Murong Family suddenly gathered everyone who had obtained a Tianlan Sea Token, stating that they would enter the Miracle Sea ahead of schedule. The final time was moved up again and again, inevitably raising some suspicion.

However, since entering the Miracle Sea to seek opportunities was involved, naturally, no one raised any objections.

At this moment, within the grand hall, all the Inner Sea martial artists who had obtained the Tianlan Sea Token were gathered together.

Besides the initial twelve people they had seen, Yang Huanzhi unexpectedly recognized two familiar faces.

The Second Elder of Tianhuan Island, Jian Liang, and his son, Jian Xibai.

Since Ling Feng had slain Jian Chen in the Heroic Pavilion, this father and son duo had relentlessly pursued Ling Feng to the ends of the earth, only later discovering that the much-talked-about “Fatty” Long Fei in Deserted City was actually Ling Feng. This led them to Desolate Sea Venerate immediately.

Regrettably, the final news they received was that Ling Feng had already escaped from Deserted City.

This pair missed Ling Feng once more, leaving them seething with anger with nowhere to vent.

However, Desolate Sea Venerate provided them with a piece of information that Ling Feng was very likely entering the Miracle Sea as well.

The secret of the Mist Sea Volcano Island, perhaps the loose cultivators had tried their best to keep it confidential, but it was nearly impossible to hide from the Inner Sea’s giants and Deserted City.

Many loose cultivators might attempt to use that array to enter the Miracle Sea. This was a fact that Desolate Sea Venerate naturally knew.

However, the stability of that Ancient Formation remained unknown, and Desolate Sea Venerate had no interest in concerning himself with it.

But it was certain that since Ling Feng had gone to the lengths of disguising his identity to participate in the Tianlan Sea Token competition to enter the Miracle Sea, he would surely find other ways to get into the Miracle Sea.

The Ancient Formation on Mist Sea Volcano Island was Ling Feng’s last choice.

Although not a hundred percent certain, Desolate Sea Venerate believed there was at least a seventy to eighty percent chance they would encounter Ling Feng in the Miracle Sea.

Therefore, after a conversation with Jian Liang and his son, Desolate Sea Venerate decided to give them the two vacant slots and take them into the Miracle Sea.

As a condition, the father and son had to leave Tianhuan Island and join Deserted City.

Faced with this request, the Jian Liang father and son agreed almost without hesitation. Being able to enter the Miracle Sea for treasure hunting, seeking revenge, and joining the top power of the Inner Sea, why not?

Thus, the team of fifteen was finally formed. Along with Desolate Sea Venerate and Murong Zining leading the way, a group of seventeen set off on the treasure hunt towards the Miracle Sea.

…

Under a pitch-black sky dome, a man with fiery red hair cascading over his shoulders stood atop Corpse Mountain Bone Sea, his mighty stature imposing and his gaze filled with disdain.

The corners of his mouth curled into a cold arc as he let out an earth-shattering laugh: “The time is near, I shall soon reappear in the human world!”

“Old man, the day I reemerge shall be the day you die! The grudge from a palm strike ten years ago, I will repay a hundredfold!”

“Hahahaha…”

…

On the other side, Ling Feng and his group were swallowed by the pitch-black time-space channel, embarking on a long transmission.

Ling Feng had never lingered so long within a time-space channel, and this particular one was highly unstable, spinning wildly at times, leaving everyone dizzy and disoriented. Even the Human Emperors among them felt the urge to vomit.

No one knew how much time had passed outside: perhaps a day, maybe two.

Within the channel, the cultivators not only had to withstand the potential outburst of the time-space tide but also couldn’t fully trust each other.

After an extended period, everyone felt extremely fatigued, their spirits sagging.

“Damn it!”

Lou Qianzhong panted heavily, his face looking quite pale. Not only were his cheeks white, but bloodshot eyes were also a sign of his mental collapse.

Having used up most of his Elemental Power to reinforce the Ancient Formation and suppress the magma beast, and with no spiritual energy in the time-space channel beyond the time-space tide, recovery was impossible.

Ling Feng himself felt something akin to breathlessness and a headache after such prolonged endurance.

“Ugh!”

The first person to lose control was Chairman Fang, who Lin Mu had brought over the Life and Death Bridge, throwing up directly.

When one succumbs, naturally, others follow. Those near mental collapse cared little for any Human Emperor dignity, retching to the point of bile.

Lin Mu pinched his nose, doing his best not to look at the retching folks, fearing his own stomach would rebel if he did.

After such a mess, he too was left speechless; otherwise, with his talkative nature, he would have cracked a few jokes about the Human Emperors.

In the crowd, only Ling Feng, Lin Mu, and Lou Qianzhong could keep their composure. Even the old Zong Lian was rolling his eyes, as if on the verge of death.

Lan Yuhuang was in even worse shape, having fainted from severe headaches in Ling Feng’s arms, no longer caring about shyness.

Tuoba Yan, however, was in relatively good condition; after all, the Sky Strategy Clan’s soul origin was significantly stronger.

After an unknown amount of time, everyone was on the brink of collapse, feeling lost in a time-space channel loop. This endless, cyclical feeling terrorized them: could it be that the Ancient Formation had collapsed, and they were doomed to infinite transmission within this time tunnel?

Fortunately, just when everyone was about to break down, a light appeared at the end of the time-space channel.

The next moment, all ten people felt a lightness in their bodies as the dizziness vanished, and the solidity beneath their feet revitalized them.

Even Lan Yuhuang held onto Ling Feng, opening her eyes, breathing in the fresh air with a smile on her face, “Finally, we’re out!”