891: Chapter 880 Leaving the Sea of ​​Time!!

"I'll talk, I'll talk—we were ordered to ambush and kill the Disciples of the Taixuan Holy Land..."

Half a quarter of an hour later, after the two Yuan Palace Disciples had confessed everything, they died—killed by Senior Disciple Wen Ya.

"It seems this matter is indeed true," Senior Disciple Wen Ya murmured as he looked at the two corpses, which were gradually losing their vitality.

"Brother Wen Ya, what matter?" Qin Yan asked.

"Brother Qin, you may not know, but it seems the Yuan Palace has been secretly targeting our Taixuan Holy Land in recent years. On the surface, they dare not tear off the mask of civility, but their suppression in the shadows has never ceased—whether it is secretly ambushing and killing Holy Land Disciples in various Secret Realms, or eroding and infiltrating the forces affiliated with the Holy Land throughout the Heavens and Myriad Worlds, the shadow of the Yuan Palace is behind it all. And this time, they have even directly ordered their Disciples to openly ambush and kill Holy Land Disciples in the Sea of Time; this malice is no longer concealed."

Senior Disciple Wen Ya said with a grave expression.

He had heard of this matter by chance from his teacher, who served as an Elder of the Holy Land.

Upon hearing this, Qin Yan's deep eyes darkened slightly.

This was certainly not a good omen.

The Yuan Palace was a widely recognized Dominator-level force in the entire Eastern Star Domain, with supreme existences at the Great Emperor level sitting within their Sect, possessing strength robust enough to go head-to-head with the Taixuan Holy Land.

If such a behemoth were to truly wage full-scale war against the Taixuan Holy Land, the resulting turmoil and catastrophe would be far beyond what any single realm or region could withstand.

However, Qin Yan immediately forced these chaotic thoughts down—this level of power struggle and war was far from something a small Grandmaster-level Disciple like him needed to worry about.

If the sky were to fall, those True King, True Emperor, and even Great Emperor-level Holy Land veterans would be there to hold it up; the only thing he needed to do now was to improve his own strength as quickly as possible.

"Brother Wen Ya, would you like to travel with me for the rest of the journey?"

Qin Yan composed his thoughts and turned to speak to Senior Disciple Wen Ya.

Senior Disciple Wen Ya was currently seriously injured, and the risk of wandering alone in this Sea of Time was too great, not to mention that no one knew if there were other Yuan Palace Disciples secretly searching for straggling Holy Land Disciples.

Since the two were good friends, he naturally could not just leave him be.

"Then I will trouble Brother Qin Yan."

Senior Disciple Wen Ya knew that Qin Yan was protecting him, and he was quite moved.

Afterward, the group of four sat cross-legged in silence in this relatively secluded sea area, each Cultivating and regulating their breathing, quietly waiting for the trial of the Sea of Time to reach its Perfection.

A day later, the silver-white time token at Qin Yan's waist lit up without warning.

A hazy and gentle silver light flowed across the surface of the token.

Qin Yan immediately felt a gentle yet irresistible spatial force surge from the token, softly wrapping around his body, as if he were being slowly lifted from this Sea of Time by an invisible hand.

The situation for the three people beside him was the same.

The next moment, the figures of the four people vanished simultaneously from this silver sea area.

Meanwhile, in every region of the Sea of Time—the shallow layer, middle layer, deep layer, and even the legendary Core Area—countless time tokens lit up with silver light at almost the same instant.

Those Prodigies and powerhouses from various super forces, whether they were lucky ones who had just reaped an Opportunity and returned fully loaded, or disappointed ones who had searched bitterly in this sea area but found nothing, were all enveloped by this irresistible force of extraction.

They left this silver ocean where they had spent an unknown amount of time.

...

Above the surface of the Sea of Time, the originally calm silver sea suddenly shimmered with vast swathes of dazzling silver light.

Figure after figure appeared out of thin air from within those silver lights, densely distributed above this vast and boundless sea.

Qin Yan looked around and discovered that all the Martial Artists around him were strangers.

Their clothing varied and their auras were uneven; clearly, everyone had been scattered and randomly distributed across this sea surface when they were teleported out.

He immediately left this area and, relying on the unique sensing between the Holy Land tokens, quickly sped toward the assembly point for the Taixuan Holy Land Disciples.

Half a quarter of an hour later, Qin Yan successfully found the temporary assembly point for the Holy Land team and quietly rejoined the Ranks.

A little while later, he saw Senior Disciple Wen Ya also hurrying over from afar; the two exchanged a glance, nodded tacitly, and neither said anything more.

Eventually, after one hour, the Holy Land personnel who could be reassembled had basically all arrived.

However, Qin Yan keenly noticed that the number of people in the team had clearly decreased compared to when they arrived.

Among those missing faces, some had been devoured by Time Spirits in the Sea of Time, and some had been ambushed and killed by other forces.

Others perhaps had simply become lost in that boundless silver ocean, remaining forever in this ancient Sea of Time.

"We are returning."

An Elder of the Holy Land with white hair and beard swept his gaze over the remaining Disciples and spoke in a calm tone.

He raised his hand and waved it, and the stable space in front of him collapsed with a roar, like glass struck by a heavy hammer, revealing a dark and deep crack in the Void Realm.

Thousands of rays of brilliant golden light spilled from his sleeves, enveloping the figures of Qin Yan and the dozens of other Holy Land Disciples, and then immediately carried everyone into that collapsed space.

On the teleportation plaza of the Wanfa Palace, the figures of Qin Yan's group appeared silently from the Void Realm.

The surrounding scene was still as familiar as before—the pale golden floating island ground, the cultivation palaces of varying heights in the distance, and the Chaos sky overhead that was forever shrouded by the power of Time Rules.

"This trip to the Temple of Time ends here. All Disciples, go back and prepare; we depart for the Holy Land tomorrow."

The team-leading Elder Zhou Xuantong gave these brief instructions, and his figure quietly vanished from the spot like light smoke scattered by the wind.

"Are we returning tomorrow already? Time passes so quickly."

Qin Yan stood on the spot, unable to help but feel a trace of trance in his heart.

Two months ago, when he first arrived at the Temple of Time, he was nothing more than a junior whose Mental Energy had just broken through to 500 Hz.

In this Secret Realm shrouded by Time Rules, under the blessing of the great power of time acceleration, his strength had undergone earth-shaking changes.

His combat power had soared from the Early Stage and Middle Stage of the Grandmaster level all the way to now being able to head-on crush ordinary Great Grandmaster-level powerhouses.

Senior Disciple Wen Ya came before Qin Yan, a grateful smile on his still-pale face.

He bowed solemnly to Qin Yan, and after the two briefly bid farewell, they each went their separate ways.

Senior Disciple Wen Ya needed to go back and properly consolidate the insights and gains he had obtained in the Sea of Time, while Qin Yan, after parting ways with Senior Disciple Wen Ya, went straight to the resource exchange point in the Core Area of the Wanfa Palace.