187: Call in reinforcements! Bring everyone who can fight!

Wang Duojin's face was paler than Su Linger's.

He looked at the eye-catching bloodstain at the corner of Su Linger's mouth, then at the ice-blue crystal in her palm that made his Divine Soul feel like it was about to freeze, and he jumped up and down in place, anxious.

"My Second Senior Sister! Do you not want your life anymore!"

"You're injured this badly and you're still thinking about treasure! Can this thing be more important than your life!"

He hurriedly fished out a large handful of Medicinal Pill, not caring about what their effects were, and tried to stuff them all into Su Linger's mouth.

"Hurry up! Once you've eaten the Medicinal Pill, we'll return to the Divine Mountain! Let Revered Master figure out a solution!"

Su Linger waved her hand to push away his bottle of Medicinal Pill.

She adjusted her breathing for a moment, suppressing the surging Qi and blood in her body, and her complexion regained a hint of ruddiness.

She ignored Wang Duojin's clamoring, only raising her head, her gaze piercing through the crystal wall of the Divine Hall, looking once again toward that violent Eye of the Storm.

There was no fear in her eyes, only a burning heat like a hunter who had discovered top-tier prey.

"I'm fine."

Her voice remained cold, yet carried a hint of unquestionable command.

"Third Junior Brother, send the message."

"Call for reinforcements."

...

Central Region, Sword Capital.

Deep in the most remote alley, the furnace fire in the blacksmith shop was burning brightly.

Ye Chenfeng stood quietly in the corner, his presence restrained like a piece of stone by the roadside.

He had been standing here for three days and three nights.

His gaze was locked onto the old blacksmith who was bare-chested and sweating profusely.

The old blacksmith did not use any immortal essence.

He only used the most primitive strength, swinging a hammer forged from ordinary iron, striking the red-hot sword embryo accurately, time and time again.

Clang! Clang!

Every strike seemed to step on the pulse of heaven and earth.

Every spark that flew seemed to be expounding a profound truth of the Dao of the Sword that returned to simplicity.

In Ye Chenfeng's Chaos Sword Pupils, this was not blacksmithing at all.

This was clearly using heaven and earth as a furnace, and all things as a hammer, forging a supreme divine sword capable of splitting the heavens and opening the earth.

Just as he was mesmerized, at the moment he gained a brand-new realization about his own Dao of the Sword.

Hum.

The disciple token at his waist vibrated slightly.

Ye Chenfeng's brows moved slightly as he split a strand of Divine Thought to investigate.

The next moment.

The obsession with the Dao of the Sword in his eyes was instantly replaced by sharp Battle Intent.

He bowed deeply toward the direction of the old blacksmith.

Without a word, he turned, took a step, and his figure disappeared into the alley.

"Hehe..."

The old blacksmith stopped the hammer in his hand, his turbid old eyes looking in the direction where Ye Chenfeng had disappeared, revealing a playful smile.

...

Southern Wilderness Immortal Region, Myriad Yao Bone Mountain.

"Too weak."

Zhao Wuyou kicked the corpse of a Profound Immortal realm nine-headed Yao Lion off the cliff, his golden pupils filled with disappointment.

He carried the dragon emperor halberd on his shoulder and looked around.

The ground was covered with the remains of Yao Beast, and blood flowed like a river.

But these couldn't even make him warm up.

Just as he felt bored and was preparing to change places to continue looking for trouble, his disciple token vibrated.

Zhao Wuyou scanned the message.

"Shattered Star Sea? Eye of the Storm?"

"Golden Immortal Peak, ancient remnant, Storm Leviathan?"

The disappointment on his face was swept away, replaced by an extreme, almost crazy excitement!

"Good!"

He let out a loud dragon roar toward the sky, his Battle Intent soaring to the heavens!

His figure turned into a golden stream of light, instantly tearing through the Void Realm and disappearing.

...

Demon Region border, a dead city shrouded in black fog all year round.

Ye Wushang stood silently on top of a high bone tower like a ghost.

Below, the last living person in the city, an Early-stage Profound Immortal Demonic Lord, was clutching his neck in terror, his life essence fading at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Ye Wushang licked his lips, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his pitch-black eyes.

"The taste is average."

He was just about to absorb this shriveled corpse as nourishment when the vibration of his disciple token made him stop.

He finished reading the message with no expression.

He simply raised his head silently and looked toward the Central Region.

His figure slowly merged into the shadows behind him, as if he had never appeared.

...

Shattered Star Sea, Spirit Frost Divine Hall.

Wang Duojin was pacing anxiously.

"Second Senior Sister, can they receive it? The signal isn't good in this place, right?"

Su Linger leaned on the ice throne, closing her eyes to regulate her breathing, ignoring his muttering.

Just when Wang Duojin was about to pace a hole into the deck.

Hum!

A spatial ripple spread out.

Zhao Wuyou, carrying his dragon emperor halberd, was the first to rush out, his overbearing Dragon Qi almost bursting the Divine Hall.

"Second Senior Sister! Where is that beast!"

His golden pupils were burning with raging fire, his Battle Intent boiling.

Before the words fell, an icy aura appeared out of thin air.

Ye Wushang's figure slowly walked out from the shadows behind the throne and bowed slightly to Su Linger.

"Second Senior Sister."

"Hmm."

Su Linger opened her eyes and nodded.

Finally, a Sword Intent that was calm to the extreme, yet sharp to the extreme, descended.

Ye Chenfeng's figure appeared before everyone.

His gaze swept over Su Linger, paused for a moment on her pale face, and his brows furrowed imperceptibly.

"Injured?"

"Minor injury, it's fine."

Su Linger stood up, holding the fragment of the primal ice core in her palm.

"I found a big gift here."

"It's just that there's a Golden Immortal Peak watchdog that's a bit of a hindrance."

Ye Chenfeng's gaze fell on the ice core fragment, feeling the Origin power contained within, and he understood instantly.

He nodded and turned his gaze toward the chaotic storm.

"How to fight."

He didn't ask if they should fight, only how to fight.

This was the rule of the Myriad Dao Divine Sect.

Su Linger briefly recounted her encounter in the storm.

Zhao Wuyou listened, his blood boiling, and he raised his dragon emperor halberd, ready to rush forward.

"What are we waiting for! Senior Brother! I'll go smash it to pieces!"

"Stop."

Ye Chenfeng spoke, his voice not loud, but it made Zhao Wuyou's footsteps stop abruptly.

The majesty of the Senior Brother had long been deeply ingrained in their hearts.

Ye Chenfeng looked at the storm and began to arrange calmly.

"Fourth Junior Brother, your Dragon God Body is the strongest, restrain it from the front."

"Sixth Junior Brother, you hide your figure, find its Origin core, and kill it in one strike."

"Third Junior Brother, use the Zhou Tian Star Array to set up a net in the outer perimeter, seal its retreat, and disrupt the Law of that space."

"Second Senior Sister, your injuries haven't healed, control the Divine Hall, use the Origin cold energy of this Divine Hall to suppress its storm Domain and create opportunities for us."

He arranged them one by one, clearly and logically.

Finally, he slowly gripped the hilt of the sword behind him.

"I will take the lead."

Everyone responded in unison: "Yes!"

However.

The moment they finished their plan.

Boom—

The entire Spirit Frost Divine Hall, along with the Void Realm for millions of miles around, shook violently!

A roar, ten times more terrifying than before, savage, tyrannical, and filled with a will of destruction, exploded directly in the depths of everyone's Soul!

Everyone's expression changed, and they looked up.

They saw that at the end of the Eye of the Storm, two eyes, larger and more scarlet than the sun, slowly opened.

The Storm Leviathan was thoroughly enraged.

It felt the provocation of these "little bugs."

It had taken the initiative to come out of its nest!