CHAPTER 296: CHAPTER 273: YOUR MAJESTY, I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR YOU FOR 13,000 YEARS

"When exactly will your sect have a solution?"

"Wait, wait, wait! More waiting! How long do you expect us to wait?"

"If there’s any more delay, I’m afraid our prodigies have probably died a thousand times over!"

"Can’t the competition be interrupted so the prodigies can be rescued first? They are the future hope of our East Profound Domain!"

The leaders from various major powers anxiously urged the three standing before the Immortal Sect.

"Patience, everyone. We’ve just received a communication from our Taoist lineage; our Taoist Lord is ready to come out of seclusion. It will take at most half a day to arrive here," the Purple Gold King and others said, adopting a rare conciliatory tone.

These leaders of the major powers were all at the Nirvana Realm, with some having Peak Ancestors backing them.

They were unwilling to offend them too greatly.

"What?! Another half day?"

"It’s been nearly a day since the incident began, and now you still need half a day?"

"Coming after half a day? Are you coming to collect the bodies of our prodigies?"

One impulsive leader couldn’t help but shout angrily.

Upon hearing this.

The Purple Gold King’s eyes turned cold, and he said expressionlessly, "Patriarch Huyan, this incident is not what we three sects desired. We’re doing our utmost to resolve it, so what more do you want?"

After a pause.

The Purple Gold King snorted coldly, "If you’re not satisfied, you can try to solve it yourself!"

"You!"

Hearing this, Patriarch Huyan was immediately furious.

Before he could speak.

His companion stretched out a hand to pat his shoulder and shook his head.

Patriarch Huyan understood the intention of his companion and had to suppress his anger, gritting his teeth quietly.

"That’s better. What’s the point of arguing? Can it solve problems?"

The Purple Gold King’s expression softened slightly, and he nodded.

Unless you show some color to this guy, does he really think he’s defying the laws of heaven?

Time slowly passed.

Behind the Daluo Taoist Immortal Sect.

Consort Long stared dazedly at the profound light mirror that had turned into a black void, showing no images for a long time.

Unnoticed, her eyes had filled with tears, and her delicate body trembled constantly.

"Golden Spider Guard... Yes, it’s the Golden Spider Guard..."

"Your Majesty, I knew you were so valiant and unparalleled, how could you willingly fall in the great burial of heaven and earth?"

Consort Long’s voice trembled, as if she were muttering to herself, yet also conversing with someone.

"The Immortal Dynasty will return, and you, Your Majesty, will awaken and descend upon this grand era."

"The radiance of Longevity Heaven shall once again envelop this land."

Taking a deep breath, Consort Long turned to walk towards a void without hesitation.

As she walked, her steps became light and joyful.

"Your Majesty, I have waited for you for thirteen thousand years."

"You’ve really made me wait so long."

...

...

Within the Ancient Land Mini World.

In a valley floor.

Chen Chou’er panted heavily, looking at the figure before him wearing a wide black robe and a golden mask, with six arms.

"Come, join us, join the glorious revival!"

"Let us praise Longevity Heaven together!"

The six-armed, black-robed figure smiled slightly, then suddenly extended a large hand.

The hand expanded with the wind, transforming into a colossus overshadowing the sky!

The next moment.

Boom!

The giant hand crashed down, knocking Chen Chou’er unconscious instantly.

Then.

The hand scooped up Chen Chou’er, curling back swiftly and tucking him into the ancient banner.

The figure did not notice.

Chen Chou’er, already unconscious, had a cold smile flicker at the corner of his lips.

Dang——!

An ancient, melodious chime resounded.

The six-armed, black-robed figure looked up at the sky, then stepped forward and vanished.

In the center of the Ancient Land Mini World.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

Figures in wide black robes converged rapidly from all directions, finally gathering at the center.

Chen Zhaosheng was among them.

Seven in total!

Chen Zhaosheng looked up, scanning quickly, and noticed that among the six others, the one with the highest designation had a ’six’ engraved on his left forehead.

"How goes the clearance plan?"

The black-robed figure with the ’six’ on his forehead, with long red hair and wrists and ankles exposed, covered in fish scale-like patches, asked.

"Almost completely cleared. Only a few have slipped through temporarily," the other black-robed figures replied gravely.

’Number Six’ nodded, his raspy, elderly voice continuing:

"Number One just sent word, at most we can remain here for three more hours before everyone must leave."

As soon as these words fell.

The eerie figure with a double-faced visage emitted a sound not resembling human.

"Three hours?"

"It’s enough for us to clean up thoroughly."

’Number Six’ nodded, as if recalling something, then changed his tone and inquired:

"By the way, where is Chen Zhixing? He is the target seed of our plan this time."

"This..."

The black-robed figures glanced at each other and lightly shook their heads.

"Sir, we have not seen the target seed here."

"Hmm?"

Instantly, the ’Number Six’ black-robed figure’s voice deepened, a chill entering his raspy, aged voice.

"He should be in this mini world, so why isn’t he found?"

"Could it be... he knows we’re searching for him?"

No one answered, their eyes flickering with thought.

Chen Zhaosheng maintained a calm and collected demeanor.

The aged eyes hidden beneath Number Six’s mask glowed red.

He swept his eyes across the faces of Chen Zhaosheng and the others, before speaking gravely:

"Find him! Even if we have to turn the world upside down, we must find the target seed!"

"He will be... the crucial link in our revival!"

"Yes!"

In an instant, they responded in unison, again transforming into shadows flying apart in all directions.

Within mere seconds, only the figure of the ’Number Six’ black-robed man remained at the world center.

He raised his head, watching the direction Chen Zhaosheng had taken, his eyes flickering.

...

...

Meanwhile.

At the edge of the mini world.

In the land of chaotic mist.

"...that’s roughly the situation."

After Peng Nai finished recounting.

Chen Zhixing furrowed his brow deeply, taking a long moment before exhaling a long breath and asking:

"Are you saying that most of the other prodigies inside the Ancient Land Mini World have already been hunted down? Senior Brother Gai Rong... was also killed?"

Peng Nai nodded, eyes dimmed, and said:

"Yes, Senior Brother Gai Rong chose to face the black-robed figure with the whip alone to protect me, and ended up being lashed so his physical body split, then was taken into an ancient banner."

"And what I recounted just happened half an hour ago; now, almost no one may remain outside."

Chen Zhixing said nothing, merely looking up at the misty chaos and the torn sky.

He had a strong premonition.

The East Profound Domain...

really was about to change.