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Published: February 25, 2025
“Buzz—”
At this moment, the time-space tunnel in the sky flickered continuously, and one by one, disciples of the Huangfu Sacred Sect swept down from the tunnel, appearing behind Tan Yun.
Moments later, there were a total of 1487 people from the Meritorious Lineage, including Tuoba Yingying.
The Beast Spirit Lineage, led by Zhu Ruolin, had 524 people.
The Wind and Thunder Lineage had 311 people, while the Talismans Lineage, led by Huangfu Tingfeng, had 129 people.
In total, there were 3212 disciples from the Five Lineages!
“Our disciples pay respects to the Sovereign!” Except for Tan Yun, Mu Mengyi, Zhong Wu Shi Yao, and Huangfu Yu, the other disciples prostrated themselves in homage. The four had already been granted the privilege by Dantai Xuanzhong to meet anyone without kneeling, hence they naturally did not need to kneel.
Seeing his daughter Dantai Xian'er return safely, Dantai Xuanzhong laughed heartily, “Good! Very good! Out of five thousand trial disciples, 3212 have returned alive. This Sovereign is quite pleased!”
At this moment, Dantai Xuanzhong noticed that the disciples from the Five Spirits Lineage, Holy Spirit Lineage, Artifact Lineage, Formation Lineage, and Danmai had not returned, a scene he had anticipated.
Before the trial, when the disciples from the Five Lineages decided not to follow Tan Yun into the trial, Dantai Xuanzhong had foreseen that they would not be able to leave the Battlefield of the Gods alive.
“Hmm?” On the pavilion, Shen Subing suddenly noticed something. Her beautiful figure vanished into thin air, and in the next moment, she appeared beside Tan Yun with a murderous intent, staring intently at Tuoba Yingying.
As the chief of the Meritorious Lineage, Shen Subing naturally remembered the appearances of all the trial disciples from her lineage. At this moment, she confirmed that Tuoba Yingying was not one of her disciples.
Her first reaction was that Tuoba Yingying was disguised as a disciple from the Divine Soul Celestial Palace or the Eternal Immortal Sect!
Seeing this, Tan Yun hurriedly bowed and said, “Chief, if my sister has offended you in any way, please forgive her.”
Upon hearing this, Shen Subing detected from Tan Yun's words that Tuoba Yingying was one of their own.
Shen Subing immediately smiled lightly, stepped forward, and patted Tuoba Yingying on the shoulder, “Don’t be nervous. The Chief was not targeting you; I just suddenly thought of something.”
Then, Shen Subing soared up to the pavilion.
At this moment, Zhuge Yu realized that up to now, none of the 3000 disciples from the Divine Soul Celestial Palace had returned, her face gradually turning pale, completely flustered as she murmured, “It can't be... My disciples must still be on their way back…”
In contrast, Ru Yan Wu Ji was too preoccupied with other matters, staring fixedly at the time-space tunnel, hoping desperately for his son to return alive!
However, time passed by minute by minute, and when only half an hour remained before the time-space tunnel would close, Ru Yan Chen still had not appeared.
His features twisted with anger as he looked down at Tan Yun and shouted, “Tan Yun, where is my son?!”
Tan Yun furrowed his brows, “Senior, considering this trial on the Battlefield of the Gods, I have spared Ru Yan Chen three times already. Are you going to shout at your son's benefactor like this?”
Tan Yun's calm words made Ru Yan Wu Ji feel deeply humiliated!
On the pavilion, the dozens of elders from the Eternal Immortal Sect also felt their faces burn with shame.
In their view, the young master was supposed to inherit the position of Sovereign in the future, yet he was repeatedly trampled on by an enemy, leaving them humiliated. If this news spread, they would undoubtedly become a laughingstock in the Heavenly Punishment Continent!
“Tan Yun, you…” Ru Yan Wu Ji's voice, filled with desperation, had not yet finished when a mournful voice came from the time-space tunnel, followed by a blood-soaked figure crashing down onto the Ascension Platform!