192: Chapter 192 "Cultivation" in a Borrowed Bed? The Empress's Helpless Compromise!

Inside the Supreme Divine Hall, the originally oppressive atmosphere became even heavier due to the four words "Doomsday Catastrophe".

Empress Xuanhuang Chu Lingyue's clear, cold, beautiful eyes were filled with worry, and her slender fingers were tightly twisted together.

Having lived for over ten thousand years, she had seen countless storms, but this crisis completely exceeded her understanding.

At least four "Abyss Venerables" with combat power exceeding Hun Cangming, plus a "Lord of Oblivion" that even Xia Xuanji could not deduce.

This level of enemy was like a sword of extinction hanging over the heads of all living beings in the Spirit Realm.

What made her even more restless was that the old ghost, Hun Cangming, had already meddled with things near her Xuanhuang Heavenly Palace!

"What kind of disaster has this old thing buried..."

Chu Lingyue felt the slightly unstable Spiritual Qi in her body, and with her previous injuries not yet fully recovered, facing this monstrous crisis that could erupt at any time, she felt a strong sense of powerlessness for the first time.

She looked at the white-clothed man beside her who was calm and composed, teasing the evil venerable in conversation, and her heartbeat involuntarily accelerated.

In the Face of that rich, almost tangible pure Yang power of creation, she actually had an impulse to give herself to him regardless of everything.

Only that man seemed to be the only safe haven in this doomsday torrent.

Beside her, Xia Xuanji was also full of anxiety at this moment.

She thought of the secret moves Hun Cangming had laid out near the Xingyan Immortal Sect.

That was the foundation she had guarded for over ten thousand years.

"Revered Master Husband, I have stayed in the Xingyan Immortal Sect for over ten thousand years. It is not only my Sect, but also my home. I absolutely cannot watch it be in danger and do nothing."

Xia Xuanji grabbed Wang Yang's sleeve, her tone carrying a hint of pleading, "I want to rush back as soon as possible to investigate clearly."

Wang Yang looked at Xia Xuanji's anxious appearance, reached out and gently flicked her nose bridge, and laughed:

"Xuanji, don't be anxious. Although Hun Cangming's memory is fragmented, one thing is certain: those monsters in the Void Silence Abyss cannot easily come out in the short term due to the limitations of the Spirit Realm plane. Otherwise, with their strength, why would they need to subdue trash like Hun Cangming to be their lackey?"

Wang Yang paused, his tone becoming serious: "Revered Master thinks that your current strength is more than enough to deal with ordinary powerhouses, but it is still not enough to Face those so-called 'Abyss Venerables', or even the Lord of Oblivion. While there is still time, before they officially make a move, Revered Master intends to help you push your Realm one step further!"

Push one step further?

Xia Xuanji's Face, originally pale due to worry, was instantly covered with a layer of alluring blush.

She naturally knew what Wang Yang meant by "helping her improve"—it must mean starting another round of day-and-night, high-intensity "special Cultivation".

"Must become stronger... Only by becoming stronger can I protect the Xingyan Immortal Sect in the catastrophe."

Xia Xuanji found a legitimate reason for herself in her heart, shyly lowered her head, and her voice was as thin as a mosquito: "Xuanji... will obey Revered Master's instructions."

Chu Lingyue, watching this scene from the side, felt sour in her heart, as if a ten-thousand-year-old jar of vinegar had been overturned.

She looked at the two flirting, then looked at the happy "Clone" snuggling beside Wang Yang. Although her heart was full of longing, the pride of an Empress engraved in her bones still made her unable to throw herself into his arms as naturally as Xia Xuanji.

Although Jiang Yutang had been thinking about how to "betray her Revered Master and ancestors" recently, she had grown up in the Xuanhuang Heavenly Palace since she was a child; this was where she grew up.

"Lingyue sister, if those guys really did something near the Heavenly Palace, what should we do?"

Jiang Yutang pulled Chu Lingyue's sleeve worriedly, then turned to Wang Yang and Xia Xuanji, her tone carrying a bit of pleading: "Revered Master Husband, Xuanji sister... no, elder sister, you have great Divine Abilities, can you help the Heavenly Palace check for hidden dangers? I don't want this place to be destroyed by those monsters."

Chu Lingyue didn't speak, but her beautiful eyes were also full of anxiety.

Xia Xuanji smiled softly upon hearing this, "You usually call me 'younger sister', but now that you are begging me, you call me 'elder sister'?"

She immediately summoned the Heaven-Reaching Spirit Treasure [xingyan fate plate] and began to try to deduce.

A moment later, a chaotic shadow appeared on the fate plate, and Xia Xuanji frowned tightly:

"Hun Cangming did indeed bury some insidious things outside the Heavenly Palace. But I can sense that those arrangements are covered by an extremely powerful force capable of obscuring the secrets of heaven."

"The source of this power is very likely the Lord of the Void Silence Abyss. Although my Realm has improved a little now, I still need a little more fire to completely see through this layer of fog."

When Xia Xuanji said this, her eyes rolled, and she looked at Wang Yang with sly eyes:

"Revered Master Husband, if I can borrow your unfathomable Dual Cultivation power of creation to practice and deduce at the same time, I will definitely be able to break through this layer of fog in one fell swoop and find out what Hun Cangming has done!"

Wang Yang was originally preparing to use his Invincible Domain directly; a single thought could scan the Heavenly Palace inside and out clearly.

But hearing Xia Xuanji's serious nonsense, his lust immediately flared up.

"Oh? Can it actually be used to deduce the secrets of heaven with the power of Dual Cultivation?"

Wang Yang touched his chin, pretending to be very deep, "Since it is for the safety of the Spirit Realm and for the safety of Tanger's maternal home, then Revered Master is naturally duty-bound. Then... I will trouble Xuanji."

Seeing Wang Yang agree so readily, Xia Xuanji immediately beamed with joy.

She turned to look at Chu Lingyue, who was standing on the side with a slightly darkened Face, and naturally made an excessive request:

"Chu sister, since it is to save your Heavenly Palace, there is no time to lose! This deduction requires a place with abundant Spiritual Qi."

Xia Xuanji pointed at Chu Lingyue and said with a smile: "I will wrong myself today and borrow your exclusive Imperial bed of the Empress, how about it?"

"You—!" Chu Lingyue was so angry that she almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.

Borrow her bed? To take it and do that kind of shameful thing with Wang Yang?!

How could the Imperial bed of the dignified Empress Xuanhuang be desecrated like this?!

If this got out, how could she stand in the Spirit Realm in the future?

Chu Lingyue was about to refuse sternly, but seeing Jiang Yutang's worried and expectant eyes, and thinking of the imminent disaster the Heavenly Palace might Face.

If she delayed checking for hidden dangers because of her Face and caused the ten-thousand-year foundation of the Heavenly Palace to be destroyed, or even led to the doomsday of the Spirit Realm, then she would be the eternal sinner of the Spirit Realm.

"Fine... This Empress... I will lend it!" Chu Lingyue bit her red lips tightly, every word squeezed out from between her teeth.

She turned her head, not daring to look at Wang Yang's playful eyes, and almost fled out of her own bedchamber.

Bang. The bedchamber door was closed tightly.

Outside the door, Chu Lingyue was ashamed and angry.

Her own bedchamber, she lent it to Xia Xuanji and a mysterious man to use together.

Her disciple and a group of beauties were still watching in the bedchamber, and she, the owner, had actually left the bedchamber?

"Why!? I will just stay inside and not leave!"

Thinking of this, Chu Lingyue walked back towards her bedchamber!

Meanwhile, in a shadow that did not exist anywhere in the Spirit Realm, the Void Silence Abyss.

There was no sunlight here, only black mist that never dispersed all year round and endless deathly silence.

On the top of the throne, an existence named "Yuan Ji" slowly opened his eyes.

He was the Dominator of this forbidden land, the "Lord of Oblivion" who made all living beings fearful.

His withered, corpse-like palm beckoned gently.

The Void Realm trembled slightly, and a strange black fire that had originally burned Hun Cangming, the Void False Turbid Flame, actually crossed the endless Void Realm and tremblingly returned to his fingertips.

Two dark rays of light shone from Yuan Ji's deep eye sockets, and he carefully examined the information brought back in the Void False Turbid Flame.

"Hmm?" Yuan Ji's voice was low and hoarse, as if sandpaper had rubbed against the ground, "The Void False Turbid Flame actually only devoured half of the Divine Soul... Hun Cangming's Origin memory was actually forcibly intercepted by half?"

His tone revealed a hint of surprise.

"In that ant-like place of the Spirit Realm, someone could actually snatch food in front of this seat's Void False Turbid Flame?"

A moment later, Yuan Ji let out a harsh, cold laugh, and the black mist in the divine hall surged crazily because of his anger.

"It seems that this seat's plan has leaked a little."

"However, in front of the general trend, all struggles are futile. Since someone has already noticed, there is no need to play this game of lurking anymore."

Yuan Ji slowly stood up and issued a cold order to the endless darkness below the divine hall: "Pass this seat's order, let the four Abyss Venerables speed up the plan. Since the chessboard is already in Chaos, then just smash the chessboard! The Doomsday Legion, awaken in advance!"