After Zhang Yu left the Liang Province, he flew toward the northeast. More than a hundred escape lights followed him across the Qingyang Continent and went straight to the open sea.
The people in the Qingyang Continent also saw this scene, and they couldn't help but inquire about the matter.
When they heard that two cultivators were fighting above the East Sea, they only discussed for a while and then dispersed. They didn't pay much attention to it. After all, they saw creations that could fly in the sky and burrow into the ground every day, so they didn't think it was rare.
Moreover, everyone felt that this matter had little to do with them. Only a few older people faintly felt that something was wrong, but they couldn't tell what the reason was.
Two days later, Zhang Yu took Si Wuzhang, Daoist Xingchuan, and other faster people out of the Qingyang Continent and came to the open sea. They didn't stop here, but continued to fly out. After flying for more than five thousand miles, they saw a broken and desolate island group.
This was the location of the previously agreed battle. Zhang Yu asked the others to stay in the distance while he flew around the island. After circling around the island, he stopped here.
At this moment, the time of the battle was not up yet, and Master Bai Xiu had not arrived yet. There were only waves hitting the shore and the sound of birds chirping.
Zhang Yu felt that this place was not bad for the battle. There were not many creatures around, so he could use spells at will without any scruples.
At this time, he felt a slight tremor on the sword. Obviously, the Cicada Cry Sword felt his fighting spirit, so it responded.
He made up his mind, and the Cicada Cry Sword immediately quieted down. However, the sharp aura did not converge. It just stood there without releasing.
At this time, a small cloud boat suddenly appeared in the distant blue sky. A white-clothed woman was standing on top of it. She held a vermilion jade flute with tassels on it. Her clothes fluttered in the sea breeze.
At this moment, her beautiful eyes turned around, and her gaze fell on the broken island. Her eyes couldn't help but shine.
They saw Zhang Yu standing there with a sword in hand, and his expression was lofty and composed. He wore a jade colored Daoist robe that was surrounded by dense clouds and mist, and a misty clear light enveloped his body. Under the illumination of the golden rays of the blazing sun, he was like an immortal that had descended into the world, whereas, the surrounding dark blue waves and boundless tides had completely served as a foil at this moment.
At this moment, Zhang Yu also saw the appearance of this white-clothed woman and slightly raised his eyes to look at her.
As Xuan Zheng of the Xuanfu, even if he had never seen a cultivator in the Spirit Mystic Realm, he still had some understanding of them. However, this person was a stranger. If he wasn't a cultivator who was cultivating in seclusion, then he must have come from another continent.
However, when his gaze fell on the vermilion jade flute in the woman's hand, his heart couldn't help but tremble slightly. He had seen this design before.
The woman in white saw him looking over and bowed to him from the small cloud boat.
Zhang Yu also raised his hand and bowed back. At this moment, he already had some guesses about this person's identity, but now wasn't the time to talk about this. It could wait until after the battle.
After about half a day, above the sea, above a thousand miles away, another flying raft appeared in the sky. Daoist Lin, Yu Fu, Guan Xuan, and the other True Cultivators who had participated in the battle of Frost Continent before were all sitting on it.
Guan Xuan looked at the sea and muttered, "Who will win this battle?"
Daoist Lin and Yu Fu both remained silent.
At this moment, their feelings were contradictory and complicated. This battle wasn't just a simple battle. Not only was it related to the changes in the continent, in their view, it was also a contest between the Xuanxiu of the Qingyang Upper Continent and the True Cultivators.
From the bottom of their hearts, they didn't want to see Master Bai Xiu, who represented the True Cultivators, lose. However, they also knew that if Zhang Yu won, then they wouldn't have to worry about what would happen next.
However, if Bai Xiu won, then it would be their turn to face him. After all, it was impossible for them not to demand an explanation for what Gongsun Min had done.
At this moment, a huge Creator Flood Dragon also appeared at a place far away from the island. Its eyes were slightly strange, and its behavior was also somewhat sneaky.
At the bottom of the sea not far from the creator wyrm, a ship was hiding there.
Two Creator Servants and a lame master craftsman were hiding in the cabin. They were observing the Creator Flood Dragon and the surrounding situation through the Creator Fishes.
The crippled master craftsman looked around for a while, then said to a pond filled with crystal fragments: "Master craftsman Jin, we've found the location of the battle, but that Zhang Yu seems to have brought quite a few cultivators with him."
His words were transmitted by the creator-level fishes to a small island in the distance. Then, through the light of the island, the message was transmitted to a flying boat hidden in the clouds. It took a hundred breaths of time for the message to reach here.
After Master Jin received the report, he said, "Find a way to get closer. It's best if you can get within a hundred miles, the closer the better. Don't spread any more rumors to me, just do as I told you."
After another hundred breaths of time, the lame master craftsman received the order. He didn't hesitate and had a Creator Fish float to the surface and let out a few strange sounds at the Flood Dragon.
The Flood Dragon swayed its body and moved forward.
And in the southeast direction of the island, another ray of light flew over from afar. When it got close, Tang Feng appeared and looked around vigilantly.
The other cultivators also saw this person at this time.
Si Wuzhang said to Tian Jiang, "Fellow Daoist Tian, that's Master Bai Xiu's disciple. He fought Fellow Daoist Xing Chuan for several days before, and there was no clear victor. According to Fellow Daoist Xing Chuan, this person is quite strong. If they fight for another ten days or half a month, he might not be able to defeat this person."
Tian Jiang couldn't help but look at Daoist Xing Chuan. The latter admitted, "That's true." A loss was a loss, a win was a win, there was nothing wrong with admitting it. He was just stating his speculation.
Tian Jiang said in a deep voice, "No matter what this person is, as long as he doesn't interfere with Xuan Zheng's battle, we don't need to care about him."
Everyone nodded. After all, Bai Xiu only sent one disciple while they had so many people here. They just needed to keep an eye on him at all times. They weren't afraid of him playing tricks.
After Tang Feng arrived near the island, he intentionally avoided the Xuanxiu and came to a remote corner.
But at this time, he glanced at a certain place as if he sensed something. He just happened to see the Creator Jiao Dragon floating over and couldn't help but frown.
He could roughly guess who sent this Creator Jiao Dragon. Although this thing didn't pose any threat to Bai Xiu, he clearly felt a sense of malice from it, which made him very uncomfortable.
He immediately took out the "Lightless Flying Blade" and threw it up, and it suddenly disappeared from his hand.
Not far away, the Creator Jiao Dragon's body trembled slightly, and then its huge head fell from its body. After the headless body floated for a while, it also fell into the sea, smashing a large wave.
Tang Feng snorted and chanted an incantation in his heart. With just a call, the Lightless Flying Blade returned to his hand and was kept in his sleeve.
In his heart, he lamented that it was a pity. This thing was left in the Azure Sun mainly to divide the evil spirit of Patriarch Yuan Tong. Therefore, his Grandmaster had set a restriction on it, preventing it from being used to kill cultivators. At most, it could only be used to obstruct others. Otherwise, how could Zhang Yu resist his Master's attack when he brought it along?
The Creator Jiao Dragon was killed, and the two Creators quickly received the news from the Creator Fish. They reported, "Master Yue, our Jiao Dragon was destroyed."
The lame master said, "Go to the back of the cabin and see if it's taken back."
The two Creators immediately ran to the back of the cabin and found that the ancient EsGod's divine eye had appeared there again, so they came back and replied, "It's taken back, it's taken back."
The lame master nodded. This divine eye could be summoned back with the remains of the ancient EsGod, but it relied on the mystical power attached to it.
If this thing was used up, it would take a period of time to recover, so they only had three chances to summon it. If it still didn't succeed, then this thing could only be used after three to five years.
He said, "It seems that the distance just now was still too close. We need to be a little further away. We'll try again later."
On the broken islands, Zhang Yu didn't pay attention to the commotion around him. He just stood there and adjusted his body and mind, quietly waiting for his opponent to arrive.
Soon, the sun set and night covered the sky. Endless starlight sprinkled down, and a bright moon rose from the sea.
At this moment, his expression changed slightly, and he looked in one direction. At this moment, all the spectators also noticed and looked in that direction.
A ray of moonlight shone down from the sky and fell into the sea. As the bright light scattered, a young Daoist in a white Daoist robe appeared there.
He looked to be less than thirty years old, and he was handsome. His aura was as bright as the moon, clear and unrestrained. After he appeared, he stepped on the sea and came over, attracting everyone's attention for a moment.
But at this moment, a series of rumbling sounds could be heard in the distance. It turned out that the Profound Palace cultivators who had lagged behind had arrived at this moment. More than a hundred streaks of light streaked across the sky, one after another speeding through the sky. After arriving in the sky, they circled around Zhang Yu once, before flying off separately, spreading out in a radius of more than a thousand kilometers.
Master Bai Xiu was already in front of him. He glanced at the streaks of light that had scattered, then looked at Zhang Yu and said, "Zhang Xuanzheng, this battle could have been avoided. If you are willing to take a step back, I will speak to the higher-ups. Zhang Xuanzheng will not lose his opportunity in the future."
His voice was incomparably gentle, like the wind and the moon, and naturally melted into people's hearts. Although he was persuading people to retreat from the battle, it did not make people feel disgusted, nor did it make people think that he was afraid. Instead, he truly cherished talents and wanted to avoid this battle.
Zhang Yu looked over and said loudly, "Now that we have reached this point, there is no need to say anything more. Let's fight for victory with the weapons in our hands."
When he spoke these words, his voice was clear and solemn. At the same time, the Cicada Cry Sword in his hand emitted a cry, and it spread for thousands of kilometers in the Silent Ocean. Everyone who heard it felt a firm and indestructible conviction and a burgeoning battle intent.
At this moment, Zhang Yu reached out and pressed the hilt of the Cicada Sword. With a clang, the blade was unsheathed. Under the starlight in the night sky, cold light flowed incessantly. He held the sword in a salute and said, "Please!"
When Master Bai Xiu saw this, he also revealed a solemn expression. He waved his sleeve to the side, and a new moon flying blade instantly appeared behind him. After that, he raised his hand and bowed, saying, "Please!"
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