The Prodigies War
Chapter 2412 Ferry Dao Platform, Running into Old Friends

Chapter 2412 Ferry Dao Platform, Running into Old Friends

As Lin Xun stepped out of the City Lord’s Residence, he saw a group approaching from a distance, led by none other than Fang Xuanzhen.

The atmosphere tensed in an instant, as though the air had frozen.

Fang Xuanzhen narrowed his eyes slightly, then smiled calmly. He halted his steps and said, “It seems...we’ll be meeting again in the Great Thousand Battle Domain.”

Lin Xun smiled as well. “I, too, look forward to uncovering the secrets behind that ‘Sharpen your heart like a blade’ inscription from you.”

With that, he walked straight ahead, brushing past Fang Xuanzhen and his group without sparing another glance.

Just as he was about to disappear into the crowd, Fang Xuanzhen suddenly turned around and called out in a clear, ringing voice, “Friend, is there really no room for negotiation?”

Lin Xun didn’t even turn his head. He simply waved a hand and vanished into the crowd.

“Hmph! That guy clearly won’t stop until he hits a wall. Young Master, why not take him out tonight? Then we can leave Ferry City before the city guardian even reacts. Even if he’s angered, he can’t do anything to us.” One of the Emperors beside Fang Xuanzhen said with a dark expression, transmitting his voice.

The others around then also wore cold, murderous expressions.

As influential figures from the Great Everlasting Sword Hall, they had never been brushed off so casually.

Fang Xuanzhen’s eyes glinted with icy light. After a moment, he spoke indifferently, “No harm in making the trip to the Great Thousand Battle Domain. I’d like to see for myself just how impressive the so-called top talents of the Great Thousand Worlds really are.”

With that, he turned and strode toward the City Lord’s Residence.

That same day, Fang Xuanzhen and his entourage completed their registration and obtained their permit talismans to pass through the Kun Earth Realm Gate. They also learned that Lin Xun’s name was ‘Ling Xuanzi’ and he hailed from the Ancient Nebula Road.

This only made them more fearless.

The Ancient Nebula Road?

In the Great Thousand Worlds, it was a cosmic plane that was declining so badly that its ranking had nearly dropped out of the top one hundred.

A place like that, how could anyone from there possibly be worth fearing?

......

The next morning.

To the east of the city stood a vast and ancient dao platform, spanning a thousand feet in diameter. It was entirely pitch-black and emitted an obscure aura of primal chaos. Wisps of Immortal-like dao laws swirled over its surface, forming a mysterious great dao cloud chart.

It was the Ferry Dao Platform!

This was an ancient teleportation platform capable of traversing the Dao-Forbidden Heavenly Canopy. The immortal dao runes etched upon it neutralized and resisted the bizarre catastrophes that plagued that forbidden region.

At this moment, many figures had gathered around the platform.

One group consisted of He Clan experts led by the city guardian, Emperor Ancestor Yunyuan. The other was made up of Emperors who would soon pass through the Kun Earth Realm Gate.

When Lin Xun arrived, a single glance told him that a total of one hundred and thirty-four Emperors had gathered to enter the Great Thousand Battle Domain, just like himself.

Among the gathered crowd were Fang Xuanzhen and his entourage.

At the same time, Lin Xun keenly sensed that including himself and Fang Xuanzhen, there were sixteen supreme Emperors among the Emperor-level figures present!

Their cultivation levels ranged from the fifth to the eighth realm of the Emperor Stage.

Even among those who hadn’t stepped onto the Supreme Path, there were many Emperor Ancestor-level figures!

Of note, this was only what Lin Xun could observe at a glance.

He couldn’t help but think that if such a force were to descend upon the Ancient Nebula Road, not a single power would be able to stop them.

“Little Friend Ling Xuanzi, we’ve been waiting for you.” From a distance, Emperor Ancestor Yunyuan spotted Lin Xun and greeted him with a smile.

Lin Xun nodded and walked over on his own.

Numerous eyes turned toward him—some scrutinizing, some wary, some indifferent, and some openly disapproving.

Fang Xuanzhen smiled faintly, saying nothing.

However, the expressions of those around him carried undisguised hostility.

Lin Xun paid it no mind. He quietly found a place for himself and sat down alone, calm and composed like a meditating monk.

He listened to the surrounding chatter and quickly became aware of several notable figures.

First, there was a man in a purple robe with a white jade belt. His long hair flowed loosely, and his eyes radiated an obscure golden glow. He stood at the center of a group of Emperor-level cultivators.

Xing Mutian.

He was a supreme Emperor with a prestigious background. It was said that his clan had an immortal overseeing them.

Moreover, he himself was a towering figure of his own cosmic plane, overshadowing all!

Among all the supreme Emperors gathered, he was the only one who had stepped into the eighth realm Emperor Stage. His brilliance was impossible to ignore.

Then there was a thin monk in worn robes, straw sandals on his feet, and skin as dark as ink. He stood there as steady and silent as a rock.

Like Lin Xun, this monk had come alone.

Despite that, when others glanced at him, their eyes were filled with unease and even fear.

Yunliu.

He was a supreme Emperor of the Great Thunderclap World, with a cultivation at the seventh realm Emperor Stage. His cultivation was as indestructible as vajra, unscathed by ten thousand tribulations and unfathomable.

The Great Thunderclap World was a Buddhist realm of the Great Thousand Worlds. Alongside the Little Western Heaven World, it was one of the two great Buddhist Ancestral Lands.

Furthermore, Yunliu hailed from the Little Thunderclap Temple, the number one Buddhist sect in the Great Thunderclap World.

The Great Thunderclap World and the Little Thunderclap Temple, vast and small in perfect harmony, echoed the Buddhist verse: One flower, one world; one leaf, one Bodhi.

Aside from Xing Mutian and Yunliu, three more individuals caught Lin Xun’s attention.

One was Ning Daozhi, a supreme Emperor from the Mystical Cavern World with a graceful presence. He held a bronze wine jar and carried the aura of one unbound by worldly concerns.

Another was a man in a scholar’s robe from the Wenqu True World, with streaks of gray at his temples and a solemn, refined bearing. A green bamboo scroll hung at his waist.

From the surrounding conversations, Lin Xun learned his title was Mad Scholar Emperor.

There was also a woman clad in black armor with a black veil covering her face and a black spear in hand. Shrouded in a dark mist, she radiated a mysterious and terrifying aura.

She hailed from the Astral Dark True Domain and was known as Starry Jade Emperor. Though her cultivation seemed to be at the fifth realm Emperor Stage, Lin Xun instinctively sensed that her true strength was far from ordinary.

It was merely a gut feeling.

Of course, these were just the few formidable figures Lin Xun had identified with a quick scan. Among the more than one hundred Emperors gathered here to venture to the Great Thousand Battle Domain, none could be considered an ordinary character.

At the same time, Lin Xun also noticed many eyes subtly observing him.

“He’s finally here.”

At this moment, Emperor Ancestor Yunyuan, who had been waiting all this time, suddenly smiled warmly and walked over to the distance.

A group of figures were approaching. At their head was a man in a plain, unadorned robe. His features were as flawless as jade and he was handsome and elegant, with a long sword across his back. As he walked, dao runes formed beneath his feet, shrinking the ground with every step.

Following behind him were Emperor-level figures of various appearances, each wearing solemn expressions. Even among them was a figure at the Emperor Ancestor Stage, but they all followed the man like subordinates.

A ripple of commotion spread through the crowd.

Even supreme Emperors like Fang Xuanzhen, Yunliu, Ning Daozhi, and others narrowed their eyes in caution upon seeing the man.

Clearly, this group had an extraordinary background.

Almost simultaneously, Lin Xun’s heart trembled slightly and his eyes narrowed.

Walking beside the robed man were a man and a woman. The man wore a white robe, his figure slender and his eyes clear as a still lake. The woman exuded a faintly cold, ethereal aura and possessed breathtaking beauty.

It was Mi Wuya and Yan Yurou!

Mi Wuya was a core successor of the Panwu Dao Court. Long before Lin Xun had become an Emperor, Mi Wuya had already topped the All Heavens Saint-King Rankings. He was a peerless figure who outshone his generation and had become a legend across the starry skies.

Yan Yurou, a core disciple of the Mythical Huang Dao Court, had also ranked among the top ten of the All Heavens Saint-King Rankings. She was truly a dazzling, unmatched talent.

Years ago, in the battle for the chaos treasure atop Mount Heedless within the Ancient Immortal Forbidden Zone, both Yan Yurou and Mi Wuya had suffered defeat at Lin Xun’s hands.

Since then, Lin Xun hadn’t seen them again.

Who would have thought that, after so many years, they would appear here?

At that moment, Lin Xun couldn’t help but feel a sinking sensation in his heart. After all, he was now traveling under the name of his fourth senior brother, Ling Xuanzi. If his true identity was exposed by Mi Wuya or Yan Yurou, it might not cause immediate trouble, but it would undoubtedly arouse suspicion!

Fortunately, what he feared didn’t happen. Although both Mi Wuya and Yan Yurou paused in surprise upon seeing him, they said nothing to acknowledge him.

Lin Xun didn’t know why, but at least, for now, he could relax.

Immediately, he couldn’t help but wonder how Mi Wuya and Yan Yurou ended up as followers of the sword-bearing man in the long robe.

He looked up and saw Emperor Ancestor Yunyuan speak with the man, his expression warm and affable.

The man in the long robe remained calm and composed, neither arrogant nor humble. From his bearing and mannerisms, it was clear that he was no ordinary figure.

Before long, Emperor Ancestor Yunyuan raised his sleeve and announced loudly, “Everyone, please step onto the platform.”

It appeared that all those who had registered for passage to the Kun Earth Realm Gate had arrived.

Immediately, one after another, everyone stepped onto the Ferry Dao Platform, each choosing a different position to stand.

Soon after, a thunderous roar echoed across the heavens. The huge platform, spanning a thousand feet in diameter, slowly lifted into the sky. Shrouded in brilliant, immortal aura, it flew steadily toward the distant horizon.

In that instant, the entire Ferry City was stirred. Countless eyes turned skyward, gazing at the departing platform.

“Another group of Emperors has departed...”

“From ancient times till now, this path has been littered with bones and blood of fallen Emperors. But how many truly reach the end?”

“Such is the allure of the secret of immortality and eternity. Even knowing the peril, Emperors continue to forge ahead...”

Murmurs of discussion rippled throughout the city.

Baole gazed up at the fading platform and muttered softly, “Senior, take care...”

That night, a figure cloaked in immortal radiance descended upon Ferry City heading straight for the City Lord’s Residence.

Upon hearing that Fang Xuanzhen and his companions had already departed that morning aboard the Ferry Dao Platform, the man’s expression turned cold and grim.

“If anything happens to my son, I won’t let this matter rest!”

The man left in a storm of rage.

Watching the man depart, Emperor Ancestor Yunyuan let out a cold snort but said nothing.

Just an immortal figure from the Great Everlasting Sword Hall. So what if he won’t let the matter rest?

That man was none other than Fang Xuanzhen’s father—a grand ancestor of the Great Everlasting Sword Hall, and a terrifying immortal existence who had long transcended the Ancestor Realm.

However, it was clear that Emperor Ancestor Yunyuan, who came from the He Clan, an Immortal Imperial Clan of the Eternal True Realm, couldn’t care less about the man’s threats.

“Sigh...”

Meanwhile, after leaving Ferry City, the man couldn’t help but let out a heavy sigh.

Not only was he concerned for Fang Xuanzhen’s safety in the Great Thousand Battle Domain, but he also felt an indescribable regret.

This was the sword whetstone engraved with ‘Sharpen your heart like a blade!’

The treasure he had searched for countless years had slipped through his fingers!