Supreme Alchemist
Chapter 2068 - 2068 The 2058th Battle against Demon Clans

2068: The 2058th Battle against Demon Clans 2068: The 2058th Battle against Demon Clans Long Yan didn’t immediately answer White Tiger’s question, for this was different from the others; it was as if the burdens of an entire race had been placed into Long Yan’s hands.

White Tiger did not rush Long Yan, both of them fully aware of the weight of responsibility.

“I will do my best.”

Hearing that this assault was the largest in the entire history of human cultivation, Long Yan didn’t know if he could lead humanity to victory with his own power.

One should not force things, trying one’s best is enough, White Tiger’s gaze was filled with unreserved admiration.

“If that’s the case, let me lend you a helping hand.”

As White Tiger spoke, his entire being gradually turned into light dots that dispersed in the air, and his smile appeared somewhat tragically beautiful to Long Yan.

The white light dots slowly merged into Long Yan’s body.

Inside Long Yan’s Sea of Consciousness, a white tiger exuding a pure white radiance emanated an astounding momentum; a trembling from the soul appeared inside Long Yan’s brain.

“White Tiger’s Secret, Soul Profundity, all attacks target the soul, disregarding all soul defenses.”

An astounding aura radiated from Long Yan’s body, a silent roar permeated everyone’s minds, causing the two women’s hearts to tremble involuntarily, filled with an urge to bow in worship.

The aura surrounding Long Yan grew stronger and stronger, eventually reaching an overpowering momentum; the two women quietly exited the room, not because they didn’t want to protect Long Yan, but because the aura around him had become overwhelmingly strong, beyond what they could bear.

Listening to the faint sound of tiger roars coming from inside the room, both women’s hearts clenched for Long Yan’s sake.

After a long while, a heaven-shaking roar burst forth, and the room’s gate split in two under the impact of the sound waves, and Long Yan slowly walked out from inside.

Radiating an aura that overawed the heart, the two women were astonished to find Long Yan’s pupils had completely transformed to a golden color, continuously emitting terrifying fluctuations.

“How did it go, Long Yan?” asked Lingxi, worried about Long Yan’s safety.

“It’s fine, I succeeded.”

Long Yan closed his eyes, gradually retracting the aura back into his body.

Having just obtained White Tiger’s Secret, he couldn’t yet control his own aura completely, which had made the two women worry.

White Tiger’s providence to Long Yan wasn’t just a new secret technique; just now, Long Yan had advanced to God King Level Three.

Now, within the Seven-Star Hall, if Long Yan didn’t wish it, no one could defeat him.

Even Tian Shu was no exception.

But now, a bitter smile appeared on Long Yan’s face.

Although his power had increased, he still faced a long road ahead, laden with the heavyweight mantled upon his shoulders.

This journey to the Ancient Tomb was close to its end, yet Long Yan felt somewhat sentimental.

He had hoped to acquire some treasures or martial arts techniques, but unexpectedly, this expedition had yielded far more than before.

At the same time, a heavy burden had appeared on his shoulders, bearing the future of the Human Clan, which left him somewhat breathless.

In the blink of an eye, the day to reopen the Ancient Tomb arrived, and the two sects gathered at the tomb’s gate to welcome their sect’s genius disciples.

On the podium, Tianwei and Tian Shu sat solemnly—it was another day for subtle competition between the two sects.

Every ending of the tomb event saw the disciples flaunting their achievements.

“This year, I expect the top disciple will be from your sect, Sect Leader Shu.”

The evaluation for the top position was decided between the two sects and was based on a round of martial contest to select the first place.

The two Sect Masters personally awarded some martial arts techniques or elixirs to aid in cultivation, but now, it had also become an item of subtle rivalry between the two sects.

Tianwei had sent his elite disciples into the tomb this time, among them Qin Tianlu, his own direct disciple.

Considering the ancient demon skill Qin Tianlu cultivated, a determined smile appeared on Tianwei’s face.

When he learned that the Holy King had not entered the Ancient Tomb, Tianwei’s old face beamed like a chrysanthemum, believing that the first place was surely secured for the Heavenly Gate Sect.

Tian Shu appeared calm; Long Yan had created too many miracles during this period, so he was not worried about this time.

While the two, preoccupied with their thoughts, were pondering, a thunderclap echoed through the sky, and the entrance to the Ancient Tomb opened once again.

Everyone’s expectant gazes turned towards the entrance, wondering which sect’s disciple would emerge first.

A figure in tattered clothes walked out of the portal and stumbled to the ground after just a few steps.

“It’s Senior Brother Wu Feng.”

“Hurry, hurry, save him.”

The first disciple to emerge was Wu Feng of Heavenly Gate Sect, who was now covered in wounds.

His originally clean clothes were full of holes and barely covered his body.

A group of Heavenly Gate Sect disciples quickly came forward to help Wu Feng and took him away for treatment.

Tianwei, who had been smiling, now looked somewhat disheartened and could only offer Tian Shu an awkward smile.

“It seems this tomb was somewhat challenging.”

“Mm.”

Tian Shu didn’t respond to him; a bad premonition suddenly surged in his heart, his gaze fixed tightly on the gate.

Disciples of Seven-Star Hall and Heavenly Gate Sect continued to trickle out from the portal.

Without exception, all the disciples bore injuries; some even missed arms or legs.

Most of the surviving disciples appeared to have had some secret techniques and treasures that helped preserve their lives amidst the miasma.

The expressions on the faces of both sect leaders darkened, not having expected the tomb to be so challenging, with both sects suffering considerable losses.

Tian Shu felt indifferent towards these ordinary disciples; he was worried about Long Yan, who had entered the tomb and was notably absent among the emerging figures.

“Kid, you better be okay.

If something happened to you, Senior Brother Zhou would definitely go berserk.”

Tian Shu could only pray silently in his heart.

Tianwei’s face also lost its smile, and he hadn’t seen Qin Tianlu among those who had come out.

His eyes were as sharp as an eagle’s.

As time ticked by, the portal had remained quiet for a long time; the disciples who gathered around had already dispersed, but since the sect leaders were still there, they had to wait from a distance.

Finally, after a long absence, the portal displayed a burst of blue fluctuations.

The two sect leaders stared intently at the portal, wondering who would come out—Qin Tianlu or Long Yan?

Three black figures appeared within the portal, and Tian Shu’s suspended heart finally settled; it didn’t matter as long as they were alive, both sect leaders’ hearts calmed down.

“Yo, have all the senior brothers been waiting for us?”

Long Yan scanned the crowd with his golden eyes and jokingly said.

Tianwei’s eyes nearly bulged out of his head, “Where is my disciple, the significant Qin Tianlu?”