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Whoosh!...
After the earth-shattering buzzing sound, figures within the Ziyang Sect suddenly soared into the air, shooting towards the North Mountain like arrows. The densely packed figures momentarily obscured the sky, swarming like locusts.
However, amidst this chaos, some figures within the Ziyang Sect merely watched quietly, their faces showing a hint of regret.
"The Colorful Sacred Realm, I never expected there would be such a Supreme Creation this time. What a pity..." Sister Qinglian murmured softly to herself.
The Colorful Sacred Realm only allowed warriors below the Primordial Embryo Realm to enter, so this Supreme Creation was something that those of them who had already reached the Primordial Embryo Realm could only watch from afar, unable to participate at all.
"The Colorful Sacred Realm does not prohibit killing; once we emerge, the Sect will not pursue any consequences. Life and death, Supreme Creation, all depend on one's own abilities." Outside the North Mountain, a young man with a sinister expression murmured. This person was Song Nanfeng.
His piercing gaze swept towards Fang Chen's direction, and a fierce look flashed across Song Nanfeng's face. Clenching his fist, a voice that only he could hear slowly resonated from his mouth: "I thought I would have to hide from that guy in the future; I never expected there would be such an opportunity this time. Moreover, if I can obtain one or two Supreme Creations from it, it will be immensely beneficial!"
"Fang Chen!" Not far from Song Nanfeng, Song Donglai, who had originally appeared dazed, roared coldly. The strange icy aura around him intensified. His eyes glowed with a crimson hue as they swept towards the direction of the North Mountain shrouded in black mist. With a heavy stomp on the ground, he shot off like a meteor racing towards the moon.
This was his last chance!
Wrapped in soft energy, Fang Chen did not need to move; he was continuously drifting towards the Ancient Ship.
Watching the crowd rushing towards the North Mountain and Luo Qingyan's unwavering gaze fixed on him not far away, he nodded slightly, a glimmer of determination flashing in his eyes.
"Whether for myself, for my mother, for the Fang Family, or for the Ziyang Sect, I will give it my all!" Fang Chen no longer suppressed the soft energy within him and suddenly dashed straight towards the black Ancient Ship.
Luo Qingyan's eyes revealed hope as she watched Fang Chen's figure disappear into the Ancient Ship.
At this moment, those figures swarming like locusts had already appeared in mid-air above the North Mountain, racing towards the peak where the Ancient Ship was located.
However, on the ground, there were still many people who chose to watch. After all, the Colorful Sacred Sect was just a small realm, and not too many could enter at once. With so many people now, it was impossible for everyone to get in; some would inevitably be eliminated. The question was, how would the elimination take place?
"A bunch of fools, thinking that if they rush in quickly, they can board the Ancient Ship and enter the Colorful Sacred Realm?" From a distance, Song Nanfeng looked at the figures in mid-air with a mocking expression.
Just as his words fell, at the moment when many had just stepped onto the mountain where the Ancient Ship was located, a massive crack that seemed to pierce through the entire Northern Mountain suddenly unleashed a black wind.
The wind was terrifying, filled with an aura of Frenzy, sweeping across the heavens and earth in an instant, as if an invisible hand brushed through the air.
Bang bang bang... In an instant, it was clear to see in mid-air that many who had just entered the Northern Mountain and reached the peak where the Ancient Ship was located suddenly trembled. Their bodies swayed like willows in the wind, as if they were about to be blown away. Some held on, but many were directly thrown far away by this black gale, completely disappearing from the Northern Mountain.
"This is the moment!" As the black wind swept across the land, those who had been watching from below now revealed gleaming eyes. They moved swiftly against the black gale and rushed towards the Northern Mountain.
"Below Alchemy Realm strength, it's hard to withstand even a breath in this wind. Moreover, the power of this black gale varies for each person; it not only tests a warrior's cultivation level but also their potential."
Outside the Northern Mountain, an Inner Sect Disciple murmured as he scanned his surroundings.
The black wind raged on; some gritted their teeth and pressed forward against the Frenzy gale while many others were thrown away by it. Some who tried to endure even spat blood and retreated.
Of course, all of this was irrelevant to Fang Chen, who was already aboard the Ancient Ship. At this moment, he sat quietly in one part of the ship.
"Truly worthy of being a treasure crafted by a Nirvana Realm expert; although its hull appears to be only three or four zhang long, it contains its own world." Fang Chen softly spoke as he surveyed his surroundings, which were shrouded in darkness and seemed endless. He was merely in one section of the Ancient Ship's cabin, and there were still two more sections like this one aboard.
Looking out towards the direction of the Northern Mountain, most of Fang Chen's view was obscured by black mist and the raging gale. However, he could still see figures continuously rushing towards him. Among these people, Fang Chen recognized one or two familiar faces.
"Still not giving up?" Fang Chen muttered lightly to himself.
In his line of sight were Song Donglai and Song Nanfeng, both focused on advancing against the gale. Song Nanfeng's Late Stage of Transformation Realm cultivation allowed him to withstand the gale's might as he steadily approached where the Ancient Ship was located. As for Song Donglai, who was still only at Body Refinement Realm, he too persisted with flickering light surrounding him and did not get blown away by the black gale.
“Colorful Sacred Realm does not shy away from slaughter.” The calm voice of Fang Chen echoed, accompanied by a slightly mocking smile at the corner of his mouth.
Song Donglai and Song Nanfeng aimed to take this last opportunity to kill him, and he, too, wished to slay these two. Although with Fang Chen's current status, even if he killed them within the Ziyang Sect, there would be no repercussions. But since it could be done in the Colorful Sacred Realm, why not seize the chance?
Boom!
At that moment, the previously motionless Ancient Ship suddenly trembled, emitting a thunderous roar. The surrounding black mist thickened, and the Frenzy winds swirling within became increasingly urgent.
“Not good, the Ancient Ship is about to depart!”
“Hurry, hurry, hurry!”
Witnessing this scene, those who had been gritting their teeth and stepping forward through the black winds suddenly changed their expressions. Many of them, with pained looks on their faces, were enveloped in brilliant light as they rushed toward the Ancient Ship.
They knew that if they delayed any longer, the Ancient Ship would leave, and at that point, this trip to the Colorful Sacred Realm would have nothing to do with them.
“Explode for me! Boom, boom, boom!” Song Donglai, who had been struggling against the black winds with great difficulty and relying on several powerful spiritual artifacts to move forward slowly, had now gone mad. He began detonating his spiritual artifacts one by one. The massive shockwaves generated by these explosions dispersed the black winds in front of him, allowing him to surge forward toward the Ancient Ship.
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