Published: February 24, 2025
In the sky above the entrance to the Abyss of the Buried Gods,
"Senior Brother Huangfu, why aren’t you escaping? Why are you stopping?"
"Senior Brother Huangfu, hurry and maneuver the spirit vessel to escape! We should live for another day if we can!"
Tan Yun, who was teetering on the edge of life and death, suddenly maneuvered the spirit vessel to hover above the entrance to the abyss.
The atmosphere was tense, filled with an impending sense of danger, and the air crackled with spiritual power.
He could feel the weight of every moment as they faced the unknown beneath them.
The abyss was infamous for consuming countless lives, and its depths held secrets that were both enticing and terrifying.
"Don't panic! We need to make a decision quickly!" Tan Yun commanded, his voice steady despite the chaos around them.
The urgency in his tone was not lost on his companions. They exchanged anxious glances, weighing their options as the shadows of the abyss loomed closer.
"Is there really no way out of this?" asked Mu Mengyi, her voice trembling slightly.
Tan Yun took a deep breath, his mind racing. He recalled the teachings of the Huangfu Sacred Sect and the legends surrounding the abyss.
"Listen, we must trust in our training and use our spiritual power wisely. If we can harness the primordial divine step, we might just have a chance!"
As he spoke, a flicker of determination ignited in his companions' eyes.
"Let's do it together! We can't give up!" Xue Ziyan shouted, rallying them with her unwavering spirit.
With a shared resolve, they focused their energies, ready to face whatever lay ahead in the depths of the abyss.
In that moment, they felt the bond of friendship strengthen, a powerful force that would guide them through the trials to come.
“Senior Brother Huangfu…”
The 18 injured disciples of the Holy Spirit Lineage on the spirit vessel shouted anxiously.
Huangfu Tingfeng suddenly turned around, looking at the disciples of the Holy Spirit Lineage on the spirit vessel, and said sternly, “Entering the abyss of the buried gods means death, not entering also means death. I have decided to fight to the death! Killing one enemy is breaking even; killing two is profit!”
Immediately, ten disciples from the Talismans Lineage shouted, fearless in their resolve:
“Senior Brother Huangfu, we will listen to you! We would rather choose to die in battle than to flee cowardly!”
“Right! Let’s kill those bastards! At worst, we can start over in eighteen years!”
“Fight!”
The voices of the Talismans Lineage disciples echoed in their ears, causing the 18 disciples of the Holy Spirit Lineage to panic:
“Senior Brother Huangfu, are you crazy? The enemy is strong while we are weak; how can we fight? How can we fight? Do you really want to die like this?”
“Exactly! As long as we have the green mountains, we need not worry about firewood. Brothers, anyone willing to follow me into the abyss of the buried gods to flee, come with me!”
As a disciple from the Holy Spirit Lineage finished speaking, 17 of them were eager to act, wanting to leap off the spirit vessel to escape. At that moment, Ke Xinyi, who was leaning against the spirit vessel and on the verge of collapse, looked at everyone with disdain, “I command you to fight alongside the Talismans disciples.”
“I command you to listen to Senior Brother Huangfu’s arrangements. Death isn’t scary; what’s truly scary is that you are such cowards…”
Faced with Ke Xinyi’s reprimand, one disciple from the Holy Spirit Lineage spoke righteously, “Senior Sister Ke, the chief instructed us to follow your orders so that you can lead us to survive, not to send us to our deaths!”
“Look at what you’ve done now! There were a total of 110 of us entering the trials, and now? Under your irresponsible leadership, only this few are left! This is all your fault!”
“Great! Now that you’re about to die, you want to drag us down with you? Absolutely not!”
“Brothers, follow me!”