177: Chapter 177 Everything is ready, let's set off for the island!

Five simple words, without the slightest hesitation.

Shen Qingyue looked at him, and the surging chill in her chest slowly receded.

She knew that if this young man said they would fight their way through, he would definitely accompany her to the very end!

Chu Wanqing stood to the side, looking first at Su Yuxi and then at Shen Qingyue.

Finally, with a flick of her sleeves, she stepped forward to stand beside Lin Yi.

She didn't pretend to be relaxed, nor did she intentionally spout any heroic or grand words.

She simply raised her chin, her voice crisp and carrying her usual decisiveness.

“Count me in!”

“I don't like standing in the back just to watch the show!”

After speaking, she tilted her head and glared at Lin Yi.

“Don't even think about leaving me behind!”

Lin Yi gazed at the young girl before him, a faint smile spreading across his lips.

“Fine, I'll do as you wish.”

“From now on, you must stay close to me. Do not stray even half a step!”

Just as those words fell.

From the direction of the Fourth Peak, a breathless shout suddenly rang out.

“Big brother, wait for me!”

Everyone turned their heads.

They saw Xu Chen running wildly down the mountain path, clutching the ancient desolate hall. The flesh on his face wobbled with every step, yet his Aura remained quite imposing.

As soon as he rushed over, he first looked up at the sky.

With that one look, his legs instantly felt a bit weak.

But he still braced himself and stood beside Lin Yi, hoisting the ancient desolate hall onto his shoulder.

“Big brother, let me say this first.”

“Just looking at this place makes my scalp tingle.”

“But tingling aside, I still have to follow you.”

He finished speaking and swallowed hard, struggling to straighten his back.

“Even if I get beaten, I have to stand in the front row.”

The atmosphere, which had been tense to the extreme, relaxed slightly at his words.

Even the Peak Masters had traces of helpless smiles on their faces.

Lin Yi looked back at him.

“Good momentum!”

Xu Chen replied with his neck stiffened.

“That's a must.”

“In terms of momentum, I can't lose.”

Luo Qinghan couldn't even be bothered to comment and merely gave him a faint glance.

“Once we're inside, don't hold us back.”

Xu Chen immediately shrank his neck.

“Don't worry, Peak Master Luo, I promise not to cause trouble for big brother.”

High in the sky, everyone had made up their minds.

Zhou Qing finally made the final decision.

He agreed to let Lin Yi and the others explore Burial Emperor Island first, while ordering Wang Hong and five other Peak Saint King Elders to accompany them as guardians.

...

On the other side.

In a far-off land, deep within the Heaven and Earth Gate.

Inside an ancient hall, the atmosphere was bone-chillingly cold.

The black rift was reflected in front of the hall doors, and the sound of ocean tides drifted from afar.

A young man dressed in green robes stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes deep and dark as he stared at the rift in the sky, remaining silent for a long time.

He was the current Master of the Heaven and Earth Gate, Venerable Qingxuan.

Xu Tian was dead, the Grand Elder was dead, and the Wang family had been wiped out.

The Heaven and Earth Gate had lost miserably in this move within the Desolate Domain.

Yet at this moment, there wasn't much anger in his eyes; instead, there was an uncontrollable greed.

Burial Emperor Island had emerged.

That gate was truly about to open.

He slowly raised his hand and crushed a transmission jade talisman with his fingertips.

Soon.

In the shadows of the hall, a figure in gray robes silently emerged.

It was Jichen.

He stood very low, his head bowed deeply, no longer possessing the arrogant air of a Heaven and Earth Gate Elder.

Qingxuan did not look at him, staring only at the black rift outside the hall, his voice icy.

“That girl named Shen Qingyue—you must keep a close eye on her.”

Jichen's heart shivered, and he immediately bowed.

“This old servant understands!”

Qingxuan finally turned his head, his gaze scraping across Jichen's face like a knife.

“She has completely integrated the powers of Tai Chu and Tai Su.”

“The things behind the gate can only be found by following her lead.”

“If you mess this up again, don't bother coming back.”

Hearing this, a cold sweat instantly broke out on Jichen's back.

He kept his head down and gritted his teeth as he replied.

“Rest assured, My Lord.”

“This time, this old servant will personally follow them.”

“No matter how slippery that kid Lin Yi is, there will be times when he can't look after everything.”

Qingxuan gave a cold laugh.

“This venerable one does not want to hear such nonsense.”

“I want results!”

At this point, a flash of coldness appeared in his eyes.

“When necessary, spare no cost.”

“Even if you must become enemies with the heavens, you must bring her back to me.”

Jichen's pupils shrank.

These words were heavy, so heavy that they left no room for retreat.

He immediately knelt on both knees, his voice hoarse.

“This old servant obeys your command!”

As the words fell.

Qingxuan ignored him any further.

Jichen slowly retreated into the shadows.

Only Qingxuan remained in the Great Hall.

He looked at the incredibly clear rift and murmured in a low voice.

“I've waited so many years.”

“This time, no one shall stand in my way!”

...

At the same time.

The major powers of the Three Thousand Dao Domains were in a state of complete uproar.

Treasure ships soared into the sky, and ancient war chariots crushed the heavens.

One by one, the Auras of the younger generation and the Divine Senses of the older generation all gathered toward the Black Sea.

Everyone knew.

A new Secret Realm had arrived.

And it was the kind that was large enough to drive the entire Three Thousand Dao Domains mad.

The Secret Realm had appeared, but the fate of the world was yet to be decided.

No one could say for sure who would have the last laugh.

At that moment.

The phantom of the Black Sea above the Heavenly Profound Holy Land suddenly pressed forward another notch.

The entire sea crashed into the sky of the Desolate Domain.

Boom!

A massive explosion shook the nine Peaks simultaneously.

The mountain gate's grand array lit up on its own.

Countless Disciples turned pale, feeling as if ten-thousand-foot waves were truly crashing against the shore in their ears, causing their internal organs to churn.

Sea wind poured down from the rift.

It carried a Death Qi so thick it wouldn't dissipate, along with an incredibly eerie scent of decay.

Lin Yi stood high in the sky, his robes billowing wildly behind him in the sea breeze.

He narrowed his eyes, staring intently at the bone island that was becoming increasingly clear, as the Battle Intent in his chest began to burn bit by bit.

Luo Qinghan stood to one side, the Sword Intent in her sleeve already vibrating faintly.

Zhou Qing raised his hand, suppressing the restlessness of the crowd, his voice like a bell echoing in all directions.

“Tianxuan Disciples, hear my command!”

“In half an hour.”

“Set out to contend for the island!”

Half an hour passed in the blink of an eye.

In the outer sea of the Desolate Domain, the sky was nearly collapsing.

After the Black Sea squeezed into the sky of the Desolate Domain, the entire outer sea followed suit in a riot.

The seawater was pulled into the high sky by a tyrannical suction, first with thick water dragons soaring upward.

Then they merged into sheets, into curtains of water, and into giant waves hanging across the firmament.

Waves surged in the sky, and clouds were shredded in the sea.

From a distance, the deathly silent Black Sea outside Burial Emperor Island and the outer sea of the Desolate Domain were forcibly joined together, forming a strange sea path suspended in the heavens.

The sea wind poured down, carrying the scent of decay and silence.

As many Cultivators with weaker cultivation approached, their faces instantly turned pale, and even their breathing was suppressed.

By now, the outer sea was already crowded with people.

Holy Land treasure ships, Imperial clan chariots, Ancient Sect flying towers, and broken boats cobbled together by Loose Cultivators were all jammed in this place where the sea and sky met.

Looking out, it was a vast black mass of people, with spiritual light darting everywhere, roars rising from all sides, and the clashing of weapons blending into a single noise.

The entire sky was a chaotic mess!

Some were fighting for ship positions, while others were activating their war chariots to engage in combat.

There were even those who felt their own treasure ships were flying too slowly and swung their Magic Treasures to smash the gunwales of those beside them, trying to push them off the sea path.

“Get lost, I claimed this water line first!”

“Claimed my foot! Does this sea belong to your family?”

“Bring the ship over! If you squeeze me even one more inch, no one is getting on the island today!”

“Quick, drive the war chariot over! Don't let those small fry over there take the lead!”