422: Chapter 422 The Sacred Land of Tai Xuan!!

With this thought, she no longer hovered in the sky.

She took a step.

Just one step.

"Buzz—!"

Thousands of martial artists present collectively gasped!

Countless eyes, pupils suddenly constricted!

The space behind Peak Master Gu Hanxi, at the instant her lotus-like foot lightly stepped—

Shattered inch by inch!

Not tearing, not twisting, but a complete, absolute—collapse!

Countless dark, deep spatial rifts, as if capable of swallowing everything, spread out like a spiderweb!

At the edges of the rifts, chaotic spatial turbulence could faintly be seen surging wildly.

This scene was like a miracle.

Countless martial artists present, whether human or sea folk, whether Fourth-Rank or Sixth-Rank, and even Eighth-Rank Grandmasters like Xiao Shan and Blue Whale, all had their pupils contract sharply!

Space collapse!

This was... a landmark miracle that could only be achieved by those at the Ninth-Grade Venerable realm and above!

Even many Venerables who had just entered the Ninth Rank might not be able to achieve such an effortless and unrestrained degree!

Who exactly was this woman?!

Peak Master Gu Hanxi was oblivious to the sky-high exclamations and gasps.

She tapped her toes again.

The next instant, her figure crossed the boundaries of space.

From a thousand zhang high in the sky, she directly and simultaneously appeared on the deck of the human faction's flagship.

Standing less than three meters in front of Qin Yan.

A faint, cool, ethereal fragrance subtly permeated the air with her arrival.

Xiao Shan was the first to react.

This Human Great Grandmaster, who remained unfazed even when facing a massive army, now trembled slightly, then—bowed deeply!

"Junior Xiao Shan respectfully greets Venerable!"

His voice was not loud, but it carried an unprecedented solemnity and reverence.

Behind him, Director Liu Mu, Lin Shui, and many high-ranking military officials and participating soldiers, as if waking from a dream, uniformly bowed their heads, and a tide-like chorus of shouts rose in unison:

"Greetings, Venerable!"

"Greetings, Venerable!"

"Greetings, Venerable!"

The waves of sound crashed one after another, shaking the sea and sky.

"Venerable?"

Peak Master Gu Hanxi raised a cool eyebrow upon hearing this, but did not correct them or say more.

Her gaze remained calmly fixed on Qin Yan.

"Qin Yan." Her voice was ethereal and indifferent, like a divine oracle from the Nine Heavens.

"Are you willing to cultivate in my Taixuan Holy Land?"

Qin Yan looked up, his eyes full of confusion.

Taixuan Holy Land?

What kind of place was that?

He subconsciously turned his gaze to Xiao Shan beside him.

He saw that Xiao Shan's usually unperturbed face now uncharacteristically showed... eagerness?

Even anxiety?

His lips moved slightly, condensing his true essence into a thread, which he urgently transmitted into Qin Yan's ear:

"Qin Yan! Agree quickly! Immediately! This is a heaven-sent opportunity! Do not hesitate!"

His tone and expression were even more anxious than Qin Yan himself.

Qin Yan had never seen Xiao Shan so flustered.

Even when signing the life-and-death contract concerning the interests of their race, this old Great Grandmaster had remained calm and in control of the situation.

But at this moment, his eagerness almost overflowed from his eyes.

Qin Yan's heart tightened.

For something to make Dean Xiao Shan lose his composure like this... this Taixuan Holy Land was probably far from an ordinary power.

He no longer hesitated, respectfully saying to Peak Master Gu Hanxi:

"Senior shows me great favor; junior is willing."

Peak Master Gu Hanxi nodded slightly.

She said no more, merely flipping her jade hand gently.

A silver-white token, about the size of a palm, with intricate moon patterns inlaid along its edges, appeared out of thin air in her palm.

On the front of the token, the characters " Tai Xuan" (Taixuan) were engraved with ancient and profound strokes.

The two characters were not embossed, but seemed to be formed by countless tiny rays of moonlight, faintly shimmering with a captivating glow.

The back of the token bore array patterns so complex they were difficult to discern.

It seemed to be subtly resonating with a distant location at all times.

"This is the taixuan token."

Peak Master Gu Hanxi handed the token to Qin Yan, her voice still cool, but with a hint of formal instruction:

"On October 1st this year, take this token and proceed to the Yellow Springs Galaxy."

"At that time, an envoy from the Holy Land will receive you."

"Do not miss the appointed time."

As her words fell, she vanished from the deck without waiting for Qin Yan's reply.

The next moment, her figure appeared above the Sea Folk faction's formation.

Just as cool and peerless, just as calm and unhurried.

Her gaze swept over the three unconscious Dragon Whale Clan prodigies below.

She raised her hand slightly.

A soft, sacred, moon-white glow descended from her fingertips, gently enveloping Dragon Soaring's entire body.

Where the light passed, the terrifying hole in Dragon Soaring's chest and abdomen, which Qin Yan had pierced with a spear and was still gushing blood,

Healed, scabbed, and regenerated flesh at a visible speed.

His pale face quickly regained its ruddy color, and his weak aura gradually stabilized and strengthened.

In just one breath.

Dragon Soaring opened his eyes.

He stared blankly at his perfectly intact chest, then blankly looked up at the peerless figure in the sky that made his soul tremble.

Peak Master Gu Hanxi looked at him, her tone still calm:

"Though defeated by one of the same rank, your foundation is not bad, your bloodline is pure, and you still have potential."

She raised her hand, and another silver-white token, identical to the one Qin Yan received, slowly drifted down before Dragon Soaring.

"On October 1st, come to the Yellow Springs Galaxy with this token."

Dragon Soaring stared blankly at the taixuan token floating before him, his mind a blank.

This was a taixuan token?

He... he was also chosen?

It wasn't until Peak Master Gu Hanxi's figure silently vanished between the sea and sky, until the silver ripples caused by the spatial collapse completely subsided, until the sea breeze carrying saltiness and coolness brushed against his face...

That Dragon Soaring awoke as if from a dream.

His hands trembling, he clutched the silently suspended silver-white token, pressing it tightly, tightly against his chest.

"Thank you, Taixuan Envoy!"

He yelled with all his might, his voice hoarse, towards the empty sky.

What defeat, what humiliation, what the Great Grandmasters' wrath...

At this moment, all became insignificant.

He, Dragon Soaring, had obtained a taixuan token.

He had the qualifications to enter that legendary Holy Land!

...

The sea returned to calm.

The Sea Folk army, in the deathly silence of Blue Whale and Whale Slaughter, slowly receded into the deep sea like a retreating tide.

The human faction also turned around, heading back to Zhenhai City.

However, both human and sea folk soldiers frequently looked back, gazing at the now empty sea above the center of the two factions.

They knew they had witnessed a moment worthy of being recorded in the history of this war zone.

Qin Yan stood on the flagship's deck, holding the still cool taixuan token, his mind still full of questions.

During the return journey, he finally couldn't help but ask:

"Dean, what exactly is this Taixuan Holy Land about?"

Xiao Shan turned to look at him, his eyes complex, showing relief, emotion, and a hint of... envy? that Qin Yan couldn't quite decipher.