392: Reverse Life (10)

A massive Teleportation Array was engraved in the center, emitting faint Spatial Fluctuations.

The atmosphere was oppressive and heavy.

The wind whistled, flapping the corners of everyone's robes on the square, and chilling everyone's hearts.

The high-ranking Sect officials, led by the Heavenly Sword Saint Ancestor, personally came to see them off.

In front of the Teleportation Array, only nine solitary figures stood.

The vast Heavenly Sword Sect, at this critical juncture of its survival, could only muster nine Disciples willing to die for the Sect.

Zhu Wen, the Genius with the Innate Sword Saint Body, was among them.

Their faces showed none of the passion and enthusiasm of youth, only a numb, near-certain resolve to die.

The Heavenly Sword Saint Ancestor's gaze swept over the nine children before him, his cloudy old eyes filled with grief and powerlessness.

He opened his mouth, his voice hoarse and heavy.

"This battle concerns the survival of the Heavenly Sword Sect's ten-thousand-year foundation."

"But more accurately, it is a near-Certain Death."

He did not say anything to boost morale, knowing such words would be too hollow.

"Just do your best."

"Prioritize your own safety."

This was less like a pre-war mobilization and more like a final farewell.

An Elder looked at the empty spot in front of the Teleportation Array and couldn't help but let out a desolate sigh.

"Those who came are children with integrity and backbone."

"The Sect cannot force those who were unwilling to come..."

This desolate reality made everyone present feel suffocated.

The Heavenly Sword Saint Ancestor raised his head, his Saint-level Divine Thought piercing the Void Realm, sensing the situation in several other distant directions.

The Heavenly King Hall's team was strong and vigorous, every person clad in Golden Battle Armor. The leading Saint Elder was chatting and laughing, and the Disciples were high-spirited, looking toward the Heavenly Sword Sect with eyes full of disdain and killing intent.

The Ziyang Sacred Land's team was enveloped in a layer of faint purple Divine Light, their Aura equally astonishing. They looked at the Heavenly Sword Sect as if they were looking at prey.

The enemy was at the gates, strong foes surrounding them.

But on their side, there were only nine solitary young people.

The stark contrast made the Heavenly Sword Saint Ancestor's heart sink to the bottom.

He withdrew his Divine Thought, slowly raised his hand, and prepared to issue the final order.

The light of the Teleportation Array began to slowly brighten.

Just as he was about to utter his final word, "Take care."

A calm voice abruptly sounded on the square, clearly entering everyone's ears.

"The spots do not seem to be full."

"How about, adding me?"

The voice wasn't loud, but it broke the silence.

Everyone looked toward the source of the sound.

They saw the crowd of watching Disciples automatically part, creating a path.

A figure slowly walked toward them.

The newcomer wore the most ordinary Sect Disciple attire, his face calm, his Aura restrained to the extreme, like a Mortal who had never cultivated.

It was Wang Yun, who had emerged from Secluded Cultivation, his cultivation having reached the God Realm.

The moment he saw the newcomer, the Heavenly Sword Saint Ancestor's body trembled violently.

Deep within his previously lifeless eyes, brilliant light suddenly erupted.

Ecstasy, excitement, disbelief.

He came.

He really came.

Heaven does not wish for the Heavenly Sword Sect to perish.

The Saint Ancestor was roaring wildly in his heart, but having lived for tens of thousands of years, he maintained an inscrutable composure on the surface. However, his slightly trembling beard betrayed his internal excitement.

However, someone reacted faster than him.

"Brother Yun!"

The moment Zhu Wen saw Wang Yun, his face drastically changed. Without thinking, he rushed over and blocked Wang Yun's path.

"No! This journey is a peril of Certain Death. You cannot go!"

His voice was extremely urgent and full of worry.

"Those Sects have long since colluded! They will join forces to encircle and annihilate us on the battlefield! This is a complete dead end!"

Seeing Zhu Wen like this, the Heavenly Sword Saint Ancestor nearly spat out a mouthful of old blood.

What foolishness.

You idiot, shut up quickly.

Please don't convince this lord to leave.

The Saint Ancestor was cursing internally in his frantic worry, wishing he could rush up and cover Zhu Wen's mouth immediately. But outwardly, he couldn't show the slightest hint of this, only watching and fretting helplessly.

Wang Yun looked at the anxious Zhu Wen, a hint of warmth flashing in his eyes.

He reached out and gently patted Zhu Wen's shoulder.

"It's fine."

He only spoke two words.

His voice was calm, yet it seemed to carry an undeniable sense of reassurance, instantly soothing Zhu Wen's inner agitation.

Zhu Wen was stunned. He looked at Wang Yun's profound eyes, which held no fear or worry, only the stillness of an ancient well.

For some reason, the anxiety weighing on his heart truly subsided by more than half.

Wang Yun ignored him, walked straight to the Teleportation Array, and stood in the last empty spot.

The tenth person had taken his place.

Far away, within the camps of the other Sects.

The commotion on the Heavenly Sword Sect's side naturally drew their attention.

The leading Saint of the Heavenly King Hall watched the scene through a Water Mirror, a trace of mockery appearing at the corner of his mouth.

"Heh, the Heavenly Sword Sect truly has no one left."

"It's bad enough they couldn't gather enough people, but they even dragged in a seemingly ordinary Disciple at the end just to fill the quota."

A Prodigy Disciple beside him burst into unrestrained laughter.

"Revered Master, look, that person doesn't even have a hint of a powerful Physique Aura. Is he truly 'ordinary'? Has the Heavenly Sword Sect given up completely?"

Contemptuous laughter also came from the Ziyang Sacred Land's camp.

"Dozens of us encircling and annihilating their mere ten people—do they really think we'll lose?"

"If we can't win dozens against ten, what are we even doing?"

"Isn't that just merit delivered right to our door?"

In their view, this so-called "Treasure Hunt Battle" had completely devolved into a one-sided massacre, a feast for carving up the Heavenly Sword Sect.

On the Heavenly Sword Sect's square.

Seeing that Wang Yun's mind was made up and fearing further complications, the Saint Ancestor immediately used all his strength and roared.

"Activate the Array!"

His voice was powerful and filled with uncontrollable excitement, yet to outsiders, it sounded like a howl of impotent rage.

Buzz—

The light of the Teleportation Array instantly reached its peak brightness, shining like daylight.

The next moment, the light dispersed.

The figures of Wang Yun, Zhu Wen, and the other ten people completely vanished from the square.

Seeing this, the other Sects, carrying the certainty of victory and an attitude of watching a good show, stepped into their respective Teleportation Arrays.

Target: Blood Fiend Battlefield.

But from an angle no one could see.

The Heavenly Sword Saint Ancestor could barely suppress the smile on his lips.