Inverse Sword Mad God
Chapter 114 - 114 113 Begin

114: Chapter 113: Begin 114: Chapter 113: Begin “As long as I enter the Spirit Sea Realm, I won’t fear any of them!” Lin Xuan had such confidence; what he lacked was merely time for cultivation.

And moreover, as he knew, after entering the Blood-colored Trial Land, one’s position was randomly teleported.

As long as his luck wasn’t extremely bad, he wouldn’t encounter Zheng Jun in the early stages.

Taking a deep breath, Lin Xuan calmed his mind, then quietly waited.

Half an hour later, several powerful auras appeared, and five elders broke through the air and landed in front of the great hall.

Among them were Elder Duanmu, Elder Hua, Elder Xue, and two other sect elders.

The five stood like mountains in front of the crowd.

“Greetings, elders!” the disciples said respectfully.

With a sweep of his sleeve, Elder Duanmu summoned a white jade-like Spirit Boat in front of everyone.

It was more than ten zhang long, with its eaves and paintings resembling a miniature palace.

“Let’s go!” Elder Duanmu said in a deep voice.

Immediately, dozens of figures leaped up and entered the White Jade Spirit Boat.

Dazzling light twinkled, and the White Jade Spirit Boat turned into a beam of light, rapidly disappearing into the sky.

At the same time, other forces from Yunzhou also set out, heading towards the Blood-colored Trial Land.

In the middle part of Yunzhou, there was a Cloud Sea Valley, perpetually shrouded in clouds and mist as if a land from the Immortal Realm, seldom trodden by foot, yet at this time the Cloud Sea Valley was bustling with activity.

Martial Artists in various garments gathered scattered throughout the valley, some sitting cross-legged to rest, some conversing in low voices.

Suddenly, light flickered in the sky, piercing through the layers of clouds and shining into the valley like a shooting star, plummeting rapidly downwards.

Boom, boom, boom—

Just when the light was about to reach the ground, it halted abruptly, revealing its true form.

A giant Spirit Boat over ten zhang long hovered mid-air, its entire body pure white, like fine jade.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!

Several figures leaped down from above, and then the White Jade Spirit Boat vanished in a flash.

Naturally, this group was Lin Xuan and the others.

After half a day of high-speed flight, they had finally arrived at the Cloud Sea Valley.

“Elder Duanmu, looking well, I see!”

As soon as Lin Xuan and the others landed, several voices rang out, all of them greetings, mostly directed towards the sect elders.

Seizing the chance, Lin Xuan looked around.

From all directions, there were quite a few forces, their disciples looking towards Lin Xuan with some hostility.

Yet, the elders from different families greeted each other like old friends who had not seen each other for many years.

“Let’s find a place to rest first.” Among the younger generation, Murong Qianling and Zheng Jun had the highest cultivations, so for the moment, they took the lead.

A group found a clean spot and settled down.

“So many masters!” Shangguan Liuyun exclaimed.

Lin Xuan nodded; he had just glanced around and noticed that the aura of many people was very strong, with a few even comparable to Murong Qianling and the others.

There were over a dozen people just in the Spirit Sea Realm, and that was without everyone having arrived yet.

Tang Yi then said to Lin Xuan, “This trial event is the longest one in a hundred years, so there are more participants than usual.”

“No wonder,” Lin Xuan and the others realized, followed by a wry smile from many disciples.

It appeared they had encountered the most special event of all.

At that moment, a flash of light appeared in the sky once more, and a giant lotus-shaped flying object emerged, bringing with it a pressure like crashing waves.

With a flash, the giant lotus vanished, and in its place stood a line of figures.

Several elders, with profound auras, were greeted and whisked away by other old monsters.

The remaining members of the younger generation were heading towards Lin Xuan and others.

Those leading the group had auras as vast as the sea, unfathomable.

“Murong, long time no see!” a handsome young man said with a smile, a hint of admiration in his eyes.

“This is Xie Changfeng, with the cultivation of the Spirit Sea Second Layer Heaven, belonging to the class of direct disciples,” Tang Yi whispered at the side, “The young man with bronze skin next to him is Yuan Fei, the chief disciple of the Lianhua Sect.”

The crowd turned to look at the young man, who had a physique indistinguishable from that of a grown man, his muscles coiled like dragons, exuding pure strength.

Feeling the gaze of Lin Xuan and the others, the young man named Yuan Fei turned his head and grinned.

Everyone was startled; this young man’s gaze was like that of a fierce beast, unsettling.

“Brother Tang, can you introduce us to the outstanding disciples from the other sects?” a core disciple asked.

Tang Yi nodded, then whispered, “Among the group to the east, the one in purple clothes with a light veil is the Zixia Fairy, also a genius on the Hidden Dragon List.”

“Next to the Purple Mist Sect is the Ling Family from the Four Great Families, with Ling Feng leading them.

His strength is not inferior to the direct disciples of the Three Great Sects, and his temperament is fierce.

You mustn’t provoke him.”

Lin Xuan took a second look at the young man, but suddenly, he saw Ling Ze in the crowd, which caused a slight shock in his heart.

“Ling Ze has come; surely the Ling Family will make a move against me,” Lin Xuan pondered, “It seems this trial is destined to be far from peaceful.”

Two hours later, everyone had arrived.

The Three Great Sects, the Four Great Families, and some independent practitioners—nearly a hundred disciples in total—entered.

These disciples walked forward, waiting for the opening of the Blood-colored Trial Land.

Among them, Wan Jianxing, Yuan Fei, and other disciples exchanged glances, sparks flying in the air.

These individuals paid no heed to anyone else; Lin Xuan and the others were completely ignored.

This was hardly surprising, after all, these individuals had already entered the Spirit Sea Realm, and they had no interest in core disciples who were still in the Magnetic Condensation Realm.

As for a talent like Lin Xuan, who had just begun to grasp Sword Intent, it was normal that his fame was limited within his own sect and unknown to disciples from other sects.

Of course, there were exceptions, such as the disciples of the Ling Family and Zheng Jun, who were looking at Lin Xuan with unfriendly expressions.

Lin Xuan gave a cold laugh in his mind and paid them no attention.

Before long, an indescribable aura surged forth, ripples appearing in the valley, the mist around dissipating, and the surrounding void trembling.

Dimly, lightning flickered, accompanied by the roar of thunder.

Moments later, a crack dozens of feet long appeared out of nowhere, as if an Abyss Giant Beast had opened its great mouth to devour everyone.

When the crack stabilized, the elders of the various sects cast their spells, and a vortex-shaped entrance slowly formed.

“Alright, it’s open now!” the sect elders announced.

Suddenly, nearly a hundred disciples moved and entered the rift, their figures vanishing.

The valley became much quieter all at once, leaving only the elders of the sects behind.

The elders of some families watched with flickering eyes, their thoughts a mystery.

The Great Elder of the Purple Mist Sect also looked with a complex expression towards the Void Rift, heaving a faint sigh.

And in a hidden place outside the valley, several mysterious figures in black robes gathered together, letting out a hoarse laugh: “They have successfully entered.

Should we obtain that thing, our sect’s time to resurgence will be greatly shortened.” This voice was tinged with excitement and thrill.

After a few more chuckles, the figures in black robes vanished without a trace.