100: Azure Waves and Golden Immortals!

Wen Qingzhu had a cheerful personality, speaking with clear logic and a touch of humor. Su Ling already intended to gather more information about the Yaoxing Sea, so the two of them conversed in harmony, feeling as if they were old friends meeting late.

The Fentian Sect of Danxia Island was famous for its mastery of both alchemy and artifact crafting, maintaining constant dealings with various families and Sects.

The strange tales and anecdotes Wen Qingzhu spoke of included interesting stories like 'a certain Loose Cultivator accidentally entering an ancient pill cave and breaking through his Realm with a single remnant pill,' as well as secrets like 'Sects secretly setting up Formations to plot against each other for Spiritual Veins.'

When they discussed Cultivation Techniques, he was even more detailed: which Family excelled at defense, which was skilled in speed, and which secret arts had fatal shortcomings. He explained them all to Su Ling one by one, finally giving Su Ling a somewhat clear understanding of the landscape of the Yaoxing Sea's cultivation world.

However, a trace of doubt always remained in Su Ling's heart.

The cultivation level he revealed to the outside world was only at the Early Core Formation Stage, while Wen Qingzhu was already at the Peak Core Formation Stage. Logically, Wen Qingzhu certainly would not have given him a second thought.

Yet over the past few days, Wen Qingzhu had not only taken the initiative to talk with him but also showed kindness to several other Loose Cultivators of decent strength, even offering High Grade Medicinal Pills for transfer at prices far below the market rate.

"Brother Han, please don't mind my bluntness."

During one of their chats, Wen Qingzhu brought it up directly, his fingers rubbing the pill bottle, his tone sincere. "This Canglang National War is unlike any other. Relying on one's own strength alone to stand out is as difficult as reaching the heavens. It's better to gather some like-minded partners with solid strength to look out for one another. This way, we'll have a better chance of survival and can also strive for more merit."

Su Ling understood his meaning but remained composed, merely cupping his hands. "What Brother Wen says is absolutely correct. The National War hasn't started yet, and the situation is unclear. Fighting alone is indeed unwise."

He did not refuse this recruitment.

The Seven Nations National War used the Imperial Dynasties as camps, so they were essentially 'in the same boat.'

If he rashly adopted a reclusive stance, there was no guarantee he wouldn't be stabbed in the back during the war.

Moreover, Wen Qingzhu had the Fentian Sect behind him, and a group of fellow Disciples would surely accompany him in this National War.

Following him for a transition period might not be a bad thing.

The Tianxing Boat sped through the sea of clouds for over a month. Finally, one morning, it arrived at the location of the Bitao Sect's mountain gate—Biao Island.

If someone were to look down from outside the plane, they would find that the entire island resembled a giant crocodile turtle crouching on the sea surface. Its territory was incredibly vast, only slightly smaller than Jinyang Island.

Several towering mountain ranges pierced the clouds, their peaks hidden in the mist. Occasionally, spiritual light flashed, revealing the majesty of the Sect's grand Formation.

The super giant peak at the very center was even more grand, with the two large characters for 'Azure Wave' carved into the cliffside.

Between the strokes, there seemed to be surging waves. Looking from afar, it actually inspired a sense of awe.

The fleet finally landed in a valley at the foot of the giant peak, and Su Ling was stunned by the sight before him.

The vast valley was already filled with all kinds of Flying Boats. Green, white, and golden spiritual lights intertwined, yet not a bit of noise could be heard.

Nearly a hundred thousand Core Formation Cultivators were lined up neatly, everyone holding their breath and keeping silent, even keeping their breathing extremely light.

Following everyone's gaze, Su Ling finally understood the reason.

Around the valley stood more than ten figures. The pressure radiating from them was as heavy as a deep abyss; they were Integration Stage Cultivators.

Dozens of Spirit Transformation Cultivators stood in attendance by their side. Although their aura was slightly weaker, they were like unsheathed sharp swords, making people afraid to look directly at them.

But what was most heart-stopping were the three figures standing proudly in the Void Realm ahead of the fleet. Immortal light swirled around them, and although they released no aura at all, it felt as if the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi had frozen.

"True Immortals!"

Someone nearby whispered, their voice full of awe.

Su Ling's heart skipped a beat.

True Immortals—that was a Realm countless Cultivators could never reach in their entire lives.

A single True Immortal could establish a Sect and stand tall in the star sea. Now, three had appeared at once!

Wen Qingzhu whispered an addition from the side: "This is only the tip of the iceberg of the Bitao Sect's foundation. It's said that most of the Sect's top-tier combat power is fighting on the Extraterrestrial Battlefields."

Half an hour later, the remaining three fleets arrived one after another.

Among them were the Thousand Star City Cultivators led by Li Xiuyuan, who happened to stop to one side of the Lingwu City fleet.

Su Ling's gaze swept through the crowd and suddenly stopped.

In that crowd, there was actually a familiar figure.

Zhao Lian!

When he first arrived in Thousand Star City and set up a stall for the first time, he had met Zhao Lian, who was then at the Early Core Formation Stage.

Meeting again now, Zhao Lian's aura had stabilized at the Core Formation Mid-stage. He must have broken through his Bottleneck and added another hundred years to his Lifespan.

However, Su Ling sighed inwardly: with Zhao Lian's Aptitude and Cultivation Technique, the Core Formation Mid-stage was likely his limit. If he wanted to break through to the Late Stage within a hundred years, it would be as difficult as reaching the heavens.

He had come to participate in the National War most likely to take a gamble, using his merit to bet on a slim future.

"Clang—"

A deep, long bell sound suddenly echoed through the valley like a roll of thunder. Everyone instantly held their breath, their gazes simultaneously turning toward that super giant peak.

The next moment, a towering Primordial Spirit Avatar slowly rose from the peak, wrapped in a faint pink immortal light.

Although its face could not be seen clearly, it caused the spiritual power between heaven and earth to come to a standstill.

"Greetings, Junior Martial Uncle!"

The three True Immortals in the Void Realm turned together and bowed, their voices full of respect.

"Greetings, Grandmaster!"

More than ten Integration Stage Cultivators followed suit, bowing deeply toward the avatar from afar, their figures even trembling slightly.

"Kowtow to the Ancestral Master!"

Dozens of Spirit Transformation Cultivators even knelt on one knee, their foreheads touching their knees, not daring to lift their heads in the slightest.

Su Ling only felt an overwhelming pressure coming at him. His eyes stung so much he could hardly open them, and his body uncontrollably knelt on the ground, even his fingertips trembling.

Not just him, but not one of the more than a hundred thousand Core Formation Cultivators in the valley could keep their backs straight.

Such power could only be possessed by a Golden Immortal!

"Disciples."

A crisp and gentle female voice sounded. It carried no pressure at all, yet it fell clearly into everyone's ears, like a clear spring washing over their souls.

"Cultivators act in a Heaven-Defying manner; the Great Dao only rewards those who dare to fight!"

"This Canglang National War is the Seven Sects' way of screening uncut jade, a struggle for the Sect's interests, and even more so, a way to protect the path of our Azure Wave lineage!"

"When you return, the Sect will surely be clear about rewards and punishments. Spirit Pills, Cultivation Techniques, and Magic Treasures will be yours to choose from."

"May you all find eternal prosperity on the immortal path!"

Just a few sentences, but they were like a fire, igniting the Battle Intent in the hearts of all the Cultivators.

Although Su Ling was still kneeling on the ground, he could feel the aura of those around him becoming burning hot. Even their previous fear and anxiety had turned into a longing for the immortal path and an obsession with merit.

When the voice faded, the suffocating pressure suddenly receded.

Everyone was finally able to stand up. When they looked up again, the Primordial Spirit Avatar had disappeared without a trace.

Only a pair of small, beautiful pink bells hung abruptly halfway up the giant peak.

The bells were wrapped in soft immortal light. As they swayed gently, they actually caused the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi to ripple along with them.

"Set sail!"

The True Immortal in the center turned around, his voice carrying across the fields.

The fleet at the very front, belonging to the Hanhai Imperial City of Biao Island, moved first. Over a hundred Flying Boats formed a neat queue and flew toward the pink bells.

Before long, Su Ling's pupils suddenly contracted.

He saw those Flying Boats visibly shrink in the immortal light, flying straight into the bells like grains of rice, vanishing in an instant!

"A Spatial Spirit Treasure!"

Su Ling gasped, his voice full of disbelief.