281: Chapter 281 Palace Master of Penglai: Where did my beloved disciple go!

At the same time.

In the Star Domain void outside the Ancient God Ruins.

Tens of thousands of giant Flying Boats were arrayed across the sea of stars.

The big shots from various Immortal Families and super Sects of the Central Province were sitting on their respective purple-gold Flying Boats, comfortably tasting tea and discussing the Dao.

Several Old Ancestors with white hair and beards gathered together, bragging about the strength of their own Prodigies.

"My Tianyan Holy Land's Saint brought three defensive Spirit Treasures this time; seizing a few thousand Luck imprints will be a piece of cake."

"Heh, the Chief Disciple of my Wuji Demon Sect brought our Sect's secret killing array; this time, we will definitely let those bumpkins from the peripheral regions see what true heritage is."

"Fellow Daoists, according to the once-in-ten-thousand-year pattern, the Ancient God Ruins will remain open for at least half a year."

"It's only been over a month, let's just wait here for the good news."

The big shots were chatting heatedly, imagining the magnificent scene where their Sects would flourish for another ten thousand years after obtaining massive amounts of Luck.

Only on the Flying Boat of the Taichu Holy Land, several remaining Elders had ashen faces.

They stared fixedly at the heavenly dao golden list, saying nothing.

Just at this moment.

A deafening roar suddenly erupted from the Star Domain void ahead.

The giant spatial rift spanning the sky began to fluctuate.

Immediately after, the ancient Law chains maintaining the entrance to the Divine Ruins shattered inch by inch.

The big shots on the Flying Boat decks stood up abruptly, collectively stunned.

What is happening?

Why did the Laws of the Ancient God Ruins collapse?!

It's only been over a month, why did it end early?!

Before everyone could recover from the shock.

A blinding white teleportation light burst forth from the spatial rift.

"Swish, swish, swish!"

More than thirty thousand top Saints, Saintesses, and descendants of noble families.

Were simultaneously teleported back to their respective Flying Boat decks.

Seeing this formation, the big shots from all sides were even more bewildered.

The death rate in the Daoist Inheritance Struggle has historically been as high as ninety percent.

Thirty-six thousand people went in this time, and over thirty thousand actually came out alive?!

This survival rate is ridiculously high!

The Old Ancestor of the Tianyan Holy Land reacted the fastest, flashing in front of his own Saint, asking urgently:

"Disciple! What exactly happened inside? Why did the Divine Ruins close early?"

The Sect Master of the Wuji Demon Sect also grabbed his Chief Disciple by the collar:

"Speak! What exactly have you been doing for the past month?"

Facing the anxious inquiries of their Elders.

The thirty thousand plus Prodigies didn't have time to tidy up their disheveled clothes, and began to recount it all at once.

"Old Ancestor! A great disaster happened inside the Divine Ruins!"

"The people from the Lingxiao Divine Kingdom were not suppressed by the Laws at all; they were able to unleash strength above the Void Refinement Stage!"

"That old monster, God Emperor Lingxiao, smuggled himself in too!"

"He set up the Primordial Blood Sacrifice Array and sacrificed countless living beings within the Divine Ruins to forcibly Breakthrough to the Peak of the Mahayana Stage!"

Peak of the Mahayana Stage?!

Hearing these four words, all the Old Ancestors and Sect Masters present collectively gasped, their legs turning weak.

Let alone the Peak, even someone who just entered the Mahayana Stage is an absolutely invincible existence in the Lower Realm!

A single finger could crush everyone present into dust!

The Tianjian Sect Master's voice trembled:

"Mahayana Stage... Then, then how did you all survive and come out?"

The thirty thousand plus people did not speak upon hearing this question...

Instead, they turned around in unison, facing the direction of the Great Yan Dynasty's Flying Boat.

The gazes of the Prodigies were filled with unprecedented fanaticism and worship.

Ye Qingyun stepped forward and shouted with great emotion: "It was Benefactor Cao! It was Great Philanthropist Cao who saved us!"

Su Su's eyes were slightly red, her hands clasped in front of her chest: "Big Brother Cao was like a Heavenly God descending to earth; with one finger he broke the killing array, and with one sword he slew a Body Integration expert!"

Other Prodigies also shouted hoarsely to add on.

"To protect us Cultivators from the Central Province whom he had never met before, Benefactor Cao did not hesitate to exhaust his own foundation, using his Domain to protect us and withstand the demonic might of the Mahayana Stage!"

"In the end, Great Philanthropist Cao summoned the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder, manifesting the ten-thousand-foot Incarnation of the Thunder Emperor!"

"He held a black divine sword and cleaved the Peak Mahayana Stage God Emperor Lingxiao in two with a single strike!"

"The radiance of Benefactor Cao illuminated the entire Ancient God Ruins!"

"Without him, we all would have died inside today!"

The thirty thousand plus Prodigies shouted in unison.

The waves of sound converged, shattering the surrounding meteorites and echoing in the Star Domain for a long time.

All the Old Ancestors and Sect Masters were petrified after hearing this.

Their heads were buzzing.

Manifesting a ten-thousand-foot Thunder Emperor Incarnation?

Cleaving a Peak Mahayana Stage expert to death with one sword?

Is this guy even human?!

They had originally thought that the young man named Cao Kun was just a Soul Transformation Stage Cultivator with extraordinary talent.

Who would have thought that this was actually a living daddy capable of cross-level instant kills against the Mahayana Stage!

Those big shots who were previously bragging about their own heritage had cold sweat soaking their backs at this moment.

They were all secretly rejoicing that when the heavenly dao golden list had changed before, they had promptly sent messages to their Disciples, telling them never to provoke this star of calamity.

The big shots of the Central Province no longer dared to put on the airs of Seniors.

The Old Ancestor of the Tianyan Holy Land was the first to deeply cup his hands toward the position of the Great Yan Dynasty's Flying Boat, bowing all the way down.

"Young Friend Cao is truly a peerless talent! You saved our Central Province Prodigies from dire straits; please accept this bow from this old man!"

The Wuji Demon Sect Master followed closely behind: "Young Friend Cao's great kindness is something my Wuji Demon Sect will never forget!"

"Many thanks to Young Friend Cao for saving our lives!"

For a time, a truly shocking scene appeared in the Star Domain void.

Hundreds of Body Integration Stage powerhouses who usually call the wind and rain in the Central Province were bowing in unison toward the Great Yan Dynasty's Flying Boat.

The scene was extremely spectacular.

Just as the various forces were expressing their gratitude.

On the purple jade Flying Boat of the Penglai Immortal Palace, there was a sense of anxiety.

The Palace Master of Penglai swept her gaze over the Disciples on the deck, her face pale.

She called out to Gu Yao, asking anxiously: "Gu Yao, where did Yao'er go? Why haven't I seen her come out?"

Gu Yao and several Disciples looked at each other, stuttering.

"Re-replying to Palace Master... We really don't know where Senior Sister went."

"We only remember that near the Nether Ravine, Senior Sister was captured by a Body Integration Stage Goddess from the Lingxiao Divine Kingdom..."

"That Goddess's strength was terrifying, Senior Sister... I fear she is in grave danger."

Hearing this, the Palace Master of Penglai's figure swayed, and she nearly collapsed to the ground.

Mo Yao was someone she had watched grow up, to whom she had poured all her heart's blood, and was the future hope of the Penglai Immortal Palace.

Now that she had been lost in the Divine Ruins, how could she accept it?

At the same time.

A ripple appeared in the space on the Great Yan Dynasty's dragon-patterned flying boat.

Cao Kun put the Demon Suppressing Tower into his System space.

With one hand wrapped around Empress Yue Chan's voluptuous waist, and the other resting on Mo Yao's shoulder.

He stepped out from the Void Realm and landed steadily on the bow of the Flying Boat.

At this moment, Empress Yue Chan had already changed into a brand-new dark gold palace gown.

Yet on her feet, she was still wearing those limited-edition crystal high heels.

After two days of baptism by Dual Cultivation, although the cold and arrogant Empress majesty that kept people at a distance still remained on Empress Yue Chan.

There was a touch of natural charm between her brows.

In the eyes she looked at Cao Kun with, there was no longer the initial resistance.

Instead, it revealed a hint of reliance she hadn't even noticed herself.

It was just that upon hearing the thunderous shouts of "Great Philanthropist Cao" from the outside world.

Empress Yue Chan's mouth still couldn't help but twitch.

She secretly cursed in her heart:

These Central Province Prodigies were truly sold and still helping count the money; the scumbag emptied all your Storage Rings.

And you still treat him as a savior!