826: Chapter 815 The Sea of ​​Time!!

Immediately, the gazes of these Grandmaster experts turned toward the young figure in the distance, their eyes filled with admiration for a powerhouse!

It was a heartfelt, pure reverence for power.

The dominance this Taixuan Holy Land Disciple wielded on the battlefield was simply terrifying!

Once the Darkness Domain was unleashed, the Domains of most of the enemy Grandmaster experts were instantly shattered, as if made of paper, crumbling at the slightest touch;

Their Qi and blood were instantly halved, as if their strength had been drained away.

That suppression, that dominance, was simply despair-inducing.

Only a few Peak Grandmaster experts, relying on their stronger heritage and deeper Foundation, could barely hold on for a little while longer.

But in the end, they could not escape the fate of having their Domains shattered.

High in the air, Holy Son Lu Xuanji had now awakened. His complexion was still somewhat pale, but his eyes were flickering with a bright light.

Seeing the scene unfolding below, his eyes flickered, and a complex emotion surged in his heart.

Was their Yuntai Academy going to successfully defend this time?

This goal that had disappointed them time and time again, was it finally going to be realized today?

"Is this a Disciple of the Taixuan Holy Land? Simply terrifying!" Holy Son Lu Xuanji exclaimed.

The Taixuan Holy Land had sent two people in total—Senior Disciple Wen Ya had blocked Lu Wushuang, the Saint of the four major factions, and the two had fought until the heavens grew dark and the earth turned dim, unable to determine a victor.

And this Qin Yan had defeated the other three Peak Grandmaster Prodigies with a Middle Stage Seventh Rank Realm cultivation!

This kind of strength was simply unheard of.

Thinking of this, Holy Son Lu Xuanji's eyes dimmed slightly.

He himself was also a Saint; although only a Saint of a small faction, he was a Saint nonetheless.

Compared to these people, the gap was truly vast!

The talent he was so proud of was simply not enough in front of these true Prodigies.

A deep sense of loss and frustration surged in his heart.

Just then, Holy Son Lu Xuanji felt someone approaching from behind. Turning his head, he discovered that the person coming was Yun Yazi.

Yun Yazi stood behind him, his face aged and his gaze kind.

"Xuanji, do not be sad. The path of Martial Arts is not about a single morning or evening; it is about longevity and an endless flow."

Yun Yazi said slowly, his voice gentle and steady.

"You are not as good as them now, but that does not mean you will not be in the future. Yuntai Academy was able to hold out this time, and as one of the defenders, you contributed greatly."

Although Holy Son Lu Xuanji's strength was not equal to those Prodigies, he had fought with all his might, battling to the death without retreating, fulfilling the responsibilities of a Saint.

Yun Yazi had seen all of his efforts.

"I am already old, so I will give you my quota for Cultivation in the Sea of Time."

Yun Yazi continued, his tone calm.

But these words exploded in Holy Son Lu Xuanji's heart like a thunderclap.

Upon hearing this, Holy Son Lu Xuanji's face filled with wild joy, and his eyes were full of disbelief: "Thank you, Elder!"

The Sea of Time—one of the top Cultivation Holy Lands in the Temple of Time. It was a place where the Law of Time gathered, the place where the power of time was most concentrated.

Entering it to Cultivate could not only accelerate the passage of time, but it was said that in the depths of the Sea of Time, one could also comprehend the Law of Time and improve one's understanding of time.

The quota was extremely precious; in the entire Yuntai Sect, there were very few who possessed such a quota.

Yun Yazi had actually given such a precious quota to Holy Son Lu Xuanji.

This kindness was heavier than a mountain.

...

Half an hour later.

In the distant Void Realm, two streams of light shot over from afar.

After the streams of light arrived at the battlefield, they transformed into two figures—Lu Wushuang and Senior Disciple Wen Ya, who had been missing for a long time.

At this moment, both were panting slightly, their faces slightly flushed.

There were several tears in their robes.

Obviously, the battle between them had been extremely intense and had consumed a great deal of energy.

"Senior Disciple Wen Ya, let us fight again next time!" Lu Wushuang said, looking at Senior Disciple Wen Ya, his voice carrying a hint of unyielding Battle Intent.

His gaze fell on Senior Disciple Wen Ya, his eyes filled with appreciation and fighting spirit.

When a chess player meets an equal, or a general meets a talented opponent, such an opponent is worth him taking seriously.

"Very well," Senior Disciple Wen Ya said, then cupped his hands.

Subsequently, the two returned to their respective teams.

However, when Lu Wushuang returned to his team and saw them with such low morale, a bad feeling surged in his heart.

Those Martial Artists from the attacking side were all dejected, their faces ugly, like eggplants beaten by frost.

Feng Lie came to Lu Wushuang and repeated what he had said to Zhao Xuanji earlier.

Upon hearing this, Lu Wushuang was stunned.

He truly had not expected that these three Prodigies would be wiped out by that kid at the Middle Stage Seventh Rank!

Lu Wushuang still wanted to say something.

Just then, a deep voice came from the Void Realm, as if from ancient times, carrying a hint of majesty and a hint of helplessness: "Let us go; we have failed this offensive battle."

As the voice fell, an old man with white hair appeared!

He wore a gray robe, his hair was white, his face was thin, and his eyes were deep as an abyss, like two black stars.

No aura leaked from his body; he looked like an ordinary old man.

But standing there, he made people feel an invisible pressure.

"Yes, Elder Jian Si." Lu Wushuang nodded respectfully upon hearing this, not daring to be the slightest bit negligent.

Elder Jian Si—the fourth-ranked powerhouse in the Heavenly Sword Sect, a super big shot at the Peak True King level!

His words were Law.

Subsequently, the teams of the four major factions withdrew from the area.

Their figures gradually faded into the distance in the Void Realm, turning into streams of light and disappearing from the view of Yuntai Academy.

Inside Yuntai Academy, the smoke of battle had dispersed, replaced by a relaxed and enthusiastic atmosphere.

"Brother Qin Yan, your strength... is a bit exaggerated."

Senior Disciple Wen Ya looked at Qin Yan with a shocked face, his voice full of disbelief.

If it weren't for the many Grandmaster experts around to testify, he really wouldn't have dared to believe it was true!

Defeating Liu Qingyin, scaring off Feng Lie with a Great Grandmaster-level attack, killing Zhao Xuanji's Spirit Beast Phantom, and turning the tide of the battle!

Senior Disciple Wen Ya asked himself, even if he had been personally presiding over this battlefield, he might not have been able to do better than Qin Yan.

The strength Qin Yan had displayed was not inferior to his at all!

"The offensive battle is now over; thank you all for your help."

In the air, the figure of Yun Yazi appeared and spoke to the Martial Artists below.

His voice was loud and clear, reaching the ears of everyone present.

His eyes were filled with gratitude and joy.

This battle, they had defended Yuntai Academy; this battle, they had secured the right to use the Daoist grounds for ten years for the Yuntai Sect.

All of this could not have been achieved without the help of these Martial Artists.

"Rest assured, everyone, I promised you before—as long as we could successfully defend Yuntai Academy, for the next half year, you may enter my Yuntai Academy to Cultivate without paying any Cultivation resources!"

As Yun Yazi's voice fell, the Martial Artists below cheered upon hearing this!