Suddenly, the light in the plaza turned incredibly dazzling. It was a flock of Sun Birds carrying the Zodiac Hall's Chu Yang and Fu Hongyao's group to this place.
A flower boat filled with scantily clad young women flew over from afar, accompanied by cheerful laughter.
On the bow of the ship, there was a beautiful and charming woman. She was an absolute beauty that could subdue the entire world, and she stood there quietly.
Her clothes did not reveal a single strand of her skin. However, her exquisite figure and voluptuous figure were paired with her stunning appearance. She looked more alluring than any of the women on the flower boat.
This was the Yinyang Paradise's Holy Daughter, Tong Susu. The moment she appeared, eighty percent of the surrounding men could not help looking over.
Tong Susu smiled. Immediately, several cultivators with weak mental fortitude felt like their souls were about to leave their bodies.
However, the next group of people that arrived immediately attracted everyone's attention.
The demonic geniuses of the Myriad Fiend Island stood on a statue not far away, watching the two fight with interest.
Mu Qingyun and Yan Shisan were among them. However, the most eye-catching was a handsome man in beast skin.
"The Myriad Fiend Island's Di Xinhan with the Heavenly Spiritual Body came out of closed-door cultivation!"
The Heavenly Spiritual Body was a legendary physique, much stronger than the Thunder Flame War Body.
When the two in the plaza saw that more people gathered, they stopped after exchanging one move.
The red-clad man stood proudly and looked at Di Xinhan. "You actually came out of closed-door cultivation as well? Di Xinhan, you should know when the Myriad Fiend Island's great Fiend will arrive, right?!"
The Five Poison Sect's Holy Scion asked the question that everyone wanted to know the most.
Di Xinhan smiled and said, "Don't ask me. This group of seniors left Myriad Fiend Island half a year ago. Myriad Fiend Island does not have the authority to restrict them."
Di Xinhan was the Myriad-Law Fiend Master's descendant, yet he did not know that a great Fiend Island would arrive on time. This was unexpected.
"Whoosh!"
Just at this moment, everyone's expressions changed. The aura of despair in the surroundings howled like a strong wind, surging in a certain direction at the same time.
"This … someone found the source of despair!"
The endless aura of despair turned into a hurricane sweeping towards the west of the city.
Everyone in the square could clearly feel the despair receding bit by bit until it completely disappeared.
On the golden war chariot, joy appeared in Yi Ling's eyes. He said, "It looks like someone really found the source of despair. Based on the direction, it is actually in the Sword Grave. I wonder who found it."
The Sword Mound was a famous ruin in Despair City. It was an ancient treasure land with more than ten thousand swords stuck in it.
There were famous swords, broken swords, treasured swords, and even heavenly weapons.
But no matter what, a person could only draw once in the Sword Tomb, and they would have to face the joint Qi of other swords.
Tens of thousands of swords vibrated at the same time. The combined Sword Qi could even injure the Blue Robed Emperor. It was extremely dangerous.
Moreover, after going there once, the Sword Tomb would remember your aura. Next time, before you could draw your sword, you would be attacked by the Sword Tomb as long as you got close.
In Despair City, there were a few swordsmen who came to seek their luck.
If they were lucky, they could draw a treasure sword. Then, it would be worth it to suffer an attack from the Blue Robed Emperor.
However, no matter what the quality of the swords in the Sword Mound was, most of them were unlucky. They suffered an attack from the Blue Robed Emperor and even drew a broken sword.
Hence, although the Sword Mound was famous, not many people visited it.
The source of despair was hidden in such a well-known place. This was indeed somewhat surprising.
Yue Bingyun entered deep thought. She knew that Xiao Chen was in Despair City.
When she found the source of despair, the first person she thought of was Xiao Chen. She exchanged glances with Yi Ling. Clearly, they both had similar guesses. "Whoosh! Whoosh!
Whoosh! "
Many figures appeared. The various Immortal Holy Lands and the other outstanding talents all rushed to the Sword Mound without saying a word.
The great Fiends and major characters had not arrived yet. What else attracted the most attention in Despair City? Naturally, it had to be the source of despair.
This was a treasure that countless people could not find for thousands of years. Now, it was about to see the light of day again. How could they not be tempted?
"Come, let's go and take a look as well!" Yi Ling's golden war chariot was a little late, but it was not slow, following closely behind the group.
The two guessed that the one who found the source of despair was Xiao Chen. However, they guessed wrong.
Inside a dilapidated palace hall, Xiao Chen looked at the mural on the wall with interest. The mural was very beautiful, depicting a grand banquet of Immortals.
The location of the banquet should be in Despair City. There were many people in the mural. Xiao Chen observed carefully.
Apart from many cultivators in Daoist robes, there were also many bald monks and Confucian scholars.
The Buddhists, Daoists, and Confucians all chatted merrily, drinking tea and discussing the Dao. While their words and actions appeared casual, they were actually fighting in secret.
The most complete mural showed a monk with a golden lotus under his feet. As he spoke, the holy sound of the Buddhist sect turned into multicolored heavenly flowers. As he spoke, golden flowers bloomed everywhere.
The man with the appearance of a Confucian scholar gently fanned himself with his folding fan. His eyes glowed with a divine charm, looking bright and spirited.
As the man fanned himself, he spoke the words of the Confucian scholars, speaking in an orderly manner. This clashed with the golden flowers formed by the monk's Buddhist voice.
The golden flowers moved up and down with his words, creating a wondrous scene.
The cultivator in Daoist robes walked in the middle with a smile on his face. He did not speak, nor did he speak of the Dharma.
However, he vaguely gave off a feeling that the Great Dao was silent and the Great Dao was silent. The Dao was him, and he was the tyranny of the Dao.
That was right. The feeling that this person gave Xiao Chen when he spoke was one word: tyrannical!
It looked like the Immortal Epoch was an interesting age. The Buddhists, Daoists, and Confucians coexisted. The Sages competed with each other. That would have been an extraordinarily bustling age.
Now that the Immortal Dao had collapsed, reincarnation no longer existed. Immortals no longer existed, and Martial Luck flourished.
During the Martial Epoch, the later generations of the Buddhists continued to pass on their inheritance. However, the Qing Emperor destroyed them ten thousand years ago.
The Confucian sects had always existed. Now, the Innate Academy was the orthodox Confucian sect. The Martial Techniques and Cultivation Techniques in the sect were all derived from the Confucian Immortal Arts.
However, the prestige of the Confucian sects was no longer as strong as before. They could now split the world into three. Furthermore, the inheritances of the sect were all obtained by the later generations and were not complete.
If one day, when Xiao Chen was free, he could go to the various Ancient Remnants and explore the secrets of the Immortal Epoch. That would be a joyous thing.
After looking at the murals, Xiao Chen sighed in his heart. The Immortal Epoch would definitely be an even more majestic age.
The world would not be limited to the Kunlun Realm.
Also, no one would ask if there was a Martial God after Prime, which was a rather sorrowful question.
All the cultivation realms and Magic Skill inheritances were complete.
Xiao Chen frowned. He clearly felt the fluctuations of the aura of despair in the air. He looked to the west of the city and muttered to himself, "Someone actually found the source of despair first!"
Xiao Chen took out the map and compared it with his finger. Then, he pointed to the Sword Mound in the west of the city.
It was actually in the Sword Mound. However, when he thought about it, it was highly possible.
There were many swords in the Sword Mound. The sword refined by the Despair Throne was hidden among them. Furthermore, there was a large formation laid down below. There were swords of varying quality, so it would be very difficult for others to find it.
This time, for some unknown reason, the sword was found.
If Xiao Chen guessed right, it was very likely that it was a coincidence. Someone accidentally came into contact with that treasured sword with hidden mysteries.
A chance of one in ten thousand. This probability was pitifully small. No wonder no one had found the source of despair after so many years.
With a thought, Xiao Chen summoned four small birds made of Astral Pearls. They turned into beams of light and quickly flew over. Then, he unfurled the Cycle Banner.
A shield of light appeared and collected the Astral Pearls.
Now that someone had found the source of despair, the Astral Pearls of Massacre, Death, Ruin, and Grief were naturally useless.
Although Xiao Chen was somewhat surprised that someone beat him to it, it did not matter. Before the great fiends arrived, the major characters were not around.
With Emperor Wu not making a move, Xiao Chen was confident of snatching the source of despair.
After leaving Despair City, Xiao Chen stood on the sea and put on the Neptune Crown. Within the domain, the Small Perfection Blue Robed Emperor would die one after another. They would not even have a chance to flee.
No matter how many there were, Xiao Chen did not fear the Great Perfection Blue Robed Emperor. If anyone wanted to fight him, they would have to consider the consequences.
With the domain of the Neptune Crown, the huge gap between Xiao Chen and the Great Perfection Blue Robed Emperor narrowed significantly.
In a clash, even if Xiao Chen could not defeat the Great Perfection Blue Robed Emperor, he would be able to severely injure the other party and make them pay a painful price.
Only the peak Consummation Blue Robed Emperor would be somewhat problematic. However, as long as there were not four or five of them at once, Xiao Chen could leave easily.
The Despair Throne belonged to Xiao Chen. No one could stop him.
A domineering look flashed in Xiao Chen's eyes as he put on the Neptune Crown. Then, he pushed off the ground and headed for the Sword Mound.
Xiao Chen moved like a dragon, scattering the wind and clouds.
…
At this moment, the aura of despair gathered in the Sword Mound had already materialized, turning into a black hurricane that howled in the air.
When all the outstanding talents arrived and saw the black hurricane, they all took a deep breath.
If they got hit by this hurricane, it would be very uncomfortable. They might even fall into an illusion, unable to extricate themselves.
Three cultivators wearing Daoist robes stood on the barren land filled with swords. When they saw the arriving outstanding talents, they smiled bitterly.
How long had it been? They had just coincidentally found the treasure sword containing the source of despair and blocked a few waves of attacks from the group of swords. Yet, they were surrounded by such a large group of people.
Furthermore, all of them had frighteningly powerful backgrounds. They were not easy to deal with.
"I was wondering who it was. So, it is the people of the Penglai Sea. After finding this source of despair, why are you still not moving? Do you think that you can take away such a treasure?"
The red-clad Holy Son of the Five Poison Sect said rudely.
The cultivators on both sides showed rage on their faces. Only the calm-looking white-robed cultivator in the middle said calmly, "Five Poison Sect? If I remember correctly, before the Five Poison Sect's Sect Master advanced to Sovereign Martial Emperor, his poison entered his body, seeping deep into his blood and marrow. If not for my master's help, he would have died long ago. "
The red-clad young master's expression froze. He exclaimed in shock, "Your master is Immortal Venerate Yun Chen?!"
The white-robed cultivator smiled and said, "That is my master. I am his third disciple, Gongshan Yu."
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