391: Chapter 391 The Battlefield of Myriad Realms Opens! The Xu Family Imperial Ship That Blots Out the Sky

A gentle breeze swept through the Xu Family's back garden, and peach blossom petals swirled down onto Shang Qingdai's lapels.

This rare tranquility did not last for long.

From the depths of the previously clear and cloudless sky, a muffled sound that made the Divine Soul tremble erupted without warning. The sound did not resemble thunder; it was more like the mournful cry of some indestructible ancient Seal being forcibly ripped apart.

In an instant, the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi above the Central Prefecture began to churn violently like boiling water.

A deep fissure running from north to south slowly tore open at the pinnacle of the firmament. The fissure was bottomless, roiling with gray currents of Chaos, completely swallowing the previously bright sunlight.

Xu Chen, who had been leaning on a lounge chair, saw the look of laziness on his face vanish instantly.

He stood up, his powerful Great Saint Realm Middle Stage Divine Thought transforming into invisible tentacles that shot straight into the clouds, probing into that massive Void Realm fissure.

The information fed back caused a glint of chilling light to flash in the depths of his eyes.

Hidden deep within that chaotic, shattered space were countless world coordinates that had been dormant for who knew how many epochs.

At this moment, these coordinates were awakening one by one as the world barriers shattered. High and mighty God Race Laws, bone-chilling Auras of death, and violent, bloodthirsty Demonic Path Origins were seeping out along the fissure.

The ancient God Race, the Underworld Race, the Demon Race... those hidden great clans that only existed in ancient records had all smelled the scent of blood from the Luck of the new era.

The Myriad Realms Battlefield had completely opened.

"Husband, what happened?" Shang Qingdai sat up, holding the armrest of the lounge chair, and frowned slightly as she looked at the apocalyptic scene in the sky.

Xu Chen withdrew his gaze, turned around, and ruffled the hair of the two women.

"Just a little commotion outside; the Myriad Realms Battlefield has opened." Xu Chen's tone was relaxed. "This is a great opportunity to make a fortune. Our family population is growing, so we have to go out and snatch some good things to subsidize our household expenses. You two just stay at home and be at ease; eat and drink as you please."

Upon hearing that there was wealth to be made, most of Shang Qingdai's initial worry dissipated. She touched her slightly protruding lower abdomen and nodded obediently: "Then Husband, be careful in everything. Don't go soft when you encounter valuable treasures."

"Rest assured, when has your husband ever made a losing deal?"

Xu Chen chuckled, turned around, and strode out of the back garden.

The moment he stepped into the Xu Family's main plaza, the entire Xu Family Di Prefecture was already fully operational.

The deafening sound of war drums echoed through the clouds; every beat struck at people's hearts, making one's blood boil.

The Grand Elder had shed his usual smiling, money-grubbing demeanor. He was now clad in a suit of dark golden Dragon scale battle armor, holding a quasi-Emperor grade coiled Dragon staff, and exuding a chilling Aura of slaughter.

Behind him, tens of thousands of Pojun Imperial Guards, armed to the teeth, were neatly lined up. Their uniform God-metal armor glistened under the radiance of the Formations, and their monstrous Battle Intent coalesced into tangible blood-red Evil Qi, shooting straight up into the sky.

"Young Lord, the army has finished assembling." The Grand Elder stepped forward, knelt on one knee, his voice as loud and resonant as a bell.

"Very good." Xu Chen surveyed the scene, his deep gaze sweeping across the faces of every Xu Family son.

Without any unnecessary chatter, Xu Chen raised his right hand and slashed fiercely through the Void Realm.

"Boom—boom—"

From the Forbidden Ground deep within the Xu Family Di Prefecture, a thunderous sound that shook the earth and mountains erupted.

Immediately after, a gigantic warship, so huge it was suffocating, slowly broke through layers of Formation light screens and rose into mid-air.

This was no ordinary flying boat; it was one of the Ancient Imperial Clan Xu Family's foundational treasures—the Cloud Ferry Immortal Ship.

This Imperial Warship was tens of thousands of miles long, cast entirely from rare Nine Heavens meteor iron mixed with Immortal gold, and inscribed with dense Emperor-level Formation runes.

Twelve phantom images of ancient wild beasts, condensed from Formations, pulled the bow of the ship, while nine large white-bone banners snapped in the wind, exuding a terrifying pressure capable of easily crushing a Saint.

Surrounding this main ship were hundreds of slightly smaller, yet equally well-equipped, escort warships.

This was no mere fleet; it was clearly a mobile war fortress suspended in the Void Realm.

"Board the ship."

At Xu Chen's command, tens of thousands of Pojun Imperial Guards turned into streams of light filling the sky, flying onto the Imperial Warship in an orderly fashion.

Xu Chen stood with his hands behind his back. With a flicker of his figure, he landed steadily on the luxurious terrace at the very front of the main ship.

Following him onto the ship were his confidantes.

Su Qingge had changed today into a plain white palace dress embroidered with gold, her hair tied up in a high bun, her dignified and imposing status as the primary wife fully on display.

Luo Hongyi wore a fiery red dress, arms crossed over her chest, with a warlike glint dancing in her eyes. Nangong Waner carried a long sword on her back, Bai Ningbing was surrounded by swirling cold air, and Lin Qingxue held a broken sword, her Sword Intent soaring to the heavens.

There were also Ji Qingyun and Tuoba You, who had only recently left the Forbidden Zone of Life, and were stunned speechless by the grand scale of the expedition.

"Set sail."

Accompanying Xu Chen's calm voice, the power Formations of the Cloud Ferry Immortal Ship were fully activated.

The massive recoil caused ripples in the Void Realm to oscillate in visible circles. The enormous fleet covered the sky and blocked out the sun, sailing majestically toward the torn world barrier above the Central Prefecture.

The entrance to the Myriad Realms Battlefield spanned the entire firmament.

Such an earth-shattering celestial phenomenon naturally could not be hidden from the eyes of the outside world.

The top forces native to the Central Prefecture, as well as the Sect Masters of the various Holy Lands and heads of ancient clans from nearby regions like the Eastern Wasteland and Northern Plains, all utilized Divine Abilities to tear through the Void Realm, gathering at the edge of this celestial domain, attempting to gain an advantage in this great struggle of the era.

But just as they stood firm, what they collided with head-on was this invincible fleet of the Xu Family, which resembled a torrent of steel.

The main ship, tens of thousands of miles long, cast a massive shadow, completely enveloping those Saint Lords who were usually high and mighty.

The terrifying fluctuations of the Emperor-level Formation swept out like a tsunami, causing the Void Realm itself to moan under the pressure.

"Gulp..."

An old Saint Lord from an ancient Holy Land in the Eastern Wasteland swallowed hard, his whole body trembling uncontrollably. As he looked at the massive battle flag with the character "Xu" hanging from the bow of the ship and fluttering in the wind, he felt his scalp go numb.

"This... is this really going to war? They're going to flatten the Ten Thousand Worlds, aren't they?"

"The Ancient Imperial Clan... their foundation is terrifying to this extent!"

Those various experts who were usually arrogant and aloof dared not even breathe loudly under the pressure of the Xu Family's Imperial Warship.

They all restrained their Auras and consciously retreated to the sides, clearing a wide path through the Void Realm, fearing that one careless move might anger this behemoth and cause them to be ground into fly ash directly by the Formations on the Imperial Warship.

Xu Chen stood at the very front of the Cloud Ferry Immortal Ship.

The wild wind blew against his brocade robes. His expression was calm as he wrapped one arm around Su Qingge's slender waist, which could be spanned by a single hand, letting that domineering and disdainful Aura spread outward.

Su Qingge leaned against Xu Chen's shoulder. Looking down from this position, those big figures who were usually famous in their regions were now all bowing their heads like ants.

Feeling the warmth from the large hand on her waist, Su Qingge's heart was filled with an indescribable sense of security.

"Are you afraid?" Xu Chen asked softly, looking ahead.

"With Husband here, Qingge is not afraid." Su Qingge's eyes rippled, her voice soft yet firm.