Chapter 122 - Blood-colored Heavenly Palace

Above the sky, the Blood-colored Palace loomed like a wilderness giant beast, perched in midair, covering half the sky.

Stepping forward two steps, one could feel the desolate aura and enormous pressure emanating from it.

“Everyone, this Blood-colored Palace has four entrances; how about we each choose one to explore?

That way, we can also avoid missing any treasures,” suggested Zheng Jun, his voice clear and piercing enough for all nearby to hear distinctly.

“That’s fine, let’s each search for our own opportunities!” Members from the Lotus Sect, Xie Changfeng, Yuan Fei, and others got up and rushed towards the northern entrance, followed by a family.

“Brother Zheng, shall we join forces?” Ling Feng said with a smile.

“I was thinking the same,” laughed Zheng Jun.

Soon after, the two groups joined forces and approached the nearest entrance, ready to make their move.

The remaining people headed to the southern entrance to start breaking the seal.

As for the last entrance to the west, no group dared to touch it.

Everyone present knew it was a deadly entrance, as very few disciples who had entered there ever returned alive, let alone found any treasures.

At the northern entrance, Xie Changfeng swung his long sword mightily, the giant sword light tracing through the air and striking the seal, causing ripples to spread.

Beside him, Yuan Fei squatted and twisted his body to punch, like a big dragon breaking through the air with a thunderous momentum, slamming hard against the seal, producing a roaring sound.

Xie Changfeng glanced at Yuan Fei with some surprise; the boy, several years his junior, had a fierce attack that was quickly catching up to his.

“It seems I must obtain martial arts heritage this time, or my position will be in danger,” Xie Changfeng sighed inwardly.

He was already twenty-two, and his cultivation had been stuck at the late stage of Spirit Sea Second Layer Heaven for over half a year.

Yet Yuan Fei was only eighteen and had reached the late stage of Spirit Sea First Layer, which promised an unlimited future.

With that thought, Xie Changfeng’s hand trembled slightly as his long sword emitted a dazzling light.

It formed an arc in the air, seeking to tear through the seal.

In another direction, Zheng Jun stretched out his palm, and the Spiritual Power on his body turned into a large yellow hand, the size of a grinding wheel, carrying strong winds, and slapped onto the seal.

The seal in front of them manifested ripples that spread outward, as though it could break apart at any moment, but it stubbornly remained intact.

Murong Qianling brandished her longsword like a tornado had arrived, with countless sword qi wind blades wildly slashing at the seal.

Wan Jianxing also stabbed out with his sword, turning it into a sky full of stars, ruthlessly crashing towards the ground.

“The Xuantian Sect truly lives up to its reputation as a great sect, with astonishing combat power!” Ling Feng exclaimed.

He crossed his arms, Spiritual Power gathering to form a towering mountain with a terrifying presence behind him.

Slowly, another mountain’s shadow emerged, causing the void to buzz and shake.

“Mountain Suppressing Hand!”

Ling Feng shouted lowly, twin mountains crashing down, as heavy as tens of thousands of pounds, making the seal shudder incessantly.

“Brother Ling, what a technique!” Zheng Jun laughed heartily.

“The Ling Family’s absolute skill ‘Mountain Suppressing Hand’ has increased in power in your hands!”

The two exchanged laughs, but their attacks were unceasing, relentlessly striking the seal.

While everyone was busy breaking the seal, more figures were seen rushing towards this area from afar.

“Good, I didn’t miss it!” Hu Man let out a sigh of relief upon seeing the seal was still being broken, “Brother Lin, thanks for this time, see you in the Blood-colored Sky!”

Hu Man, a disciple of the Lotus Sect, naturally couldn’t enter with Lin Xuan.

She waved her hand and then dashed towards the direction of the Lianhua Sect.

“Let’s go, too!” Lin Xuan said to Shangguan Liuyun, and the two headed towards the eastern entrance.

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

The arrival of Lin Xuan and company caught everyone’s attention, Murong Qianling smiled and nodded, the Ling Family Disciples sneered nonstop, and killing intent flashed in the eyes of Ling Feng and Zheng Jun.

Though concealed, how could it escape Lin Xuan’s Purple Spirit Eyes?

He inwardly sneered, but his face remained expressionless.

Just then, the seal at the northern entrance broke, and the people from the Lianhua Sect entered swiftly.

Bang!

A crack also opened up in the seal near Lin Xuan, wide enough for one person to pass, as if it could close at any moment.

“Go ahead and enter!” Ling Feng generously said.

Zheng Jun nodded his head, then swiftly led the Xuantian Sect’s disciples inside.

Lin Xuan felt a weight in his heart, realizing that all the Ling Family people’s gazes were on him, particularly Ling Feng, who had a trace of aura constantly locked onto him.

Sighing inwardly, Lin Xuan anticipated that the journey to the Blood-colored Heavenly Palace wouldn’t be peaceful.

He executed Illusion Thunder Step, his body turning into a shadowy afterimage, ready to enter.

Boom!

An incisive Hidden Strength surged, seemingly intending to tear him apart.

Blocked from advancing, Lin Xuan had no choice but to retreat.

Whoosh!

His figure withdrew explosively, dodging the silent attack.

Ahead, none of the Xuantian Sect’s disciples who had entered noticed the anomaly behind them.

Ling Feng looked at Lin Xuan with a cold laugh, “Do you really think you can enter?

Ridiculous!”

The rest of the Ling Family laughed loudly, all looking at Lin Xuan with disdain.

Lin Xuan’s face grew grim; he hadn’t expected the Ling Family to so boldly obstruct his entrance.

He took a deep breath, his eyes icing over as he looked at Ling Feng, and Sword Intent began to surge around him, as if a Divine Sword were unsheathed, indomitable and fierce.

Feeling this pressure, the Ling Family Disciples were visibly shocked, with their expressions becoming slightly unnatural.

Ling Feng was surrounded by a glowing aura, his gaze sharp and intense.

“You might as well give up on entering the Blood-colored Heavenly Palace; after we come out, your time of death will arrive!” Ling Feng gestured grandly, ushering all the Ling Family Disciples in, then stopped channeling Spiritual Power, the sealing of the entrance accelerating.

Hiss hiss!

The entrance gradually shrank.

Everyone else had already entered, leaving only Lin Xuan still at the Outer Door.

Lin Xuan made no move to attack, facing so many disciples from the Spirit Sea Realm; he held no assurance.

But to simply resign himself to fate was impossible!

“After I make my way in, I will slay you all beneath my sword!” Lin Xuan’s eyes surged with icy intent.

Before long, the remaining disciples arrived, and upon learning that the top disciples had already entered, they cried out in despair.

“Damn it, I was so close to entering early!” Someone raged in anger.

Others, disbelieving, rallied and attacked the sealing, but even the most powerful among them was only at the Early Stage of Spirit Sea First Layer Heaven and few in number, entirely incapable of breaking the seal.

“Isn’t there another way to get in?” A disciple asked unwillingly.

“There is!

The seal on the Blood-colored Heavenly Palace will likely weaken after ten days; then we’ll be able to enter.”

“Ten days!

Those people are already in; what will be left after ten days!”

“It’s not certain, the Blood-colored Trial Land has hundreds of years of history and still countless treasures within; ten days later, so what!”

Lin Xuan stood among the crowd, listening quietly without speaking.

“Actually, there is another way,” someone whispered, “that’s the western entrance.”

“The western entrance!” Many disciples’ complexions changed drastically, and they recoiled, “I’d rather wait for ten days then; that bit of time doesn’t make a difference.”

Many decided to return after ten days, while some settled down to meditate on the spot, unwilling to leave.

“The western entrance, what place is that?” Lin Xuan asked out of curiosity, as the information he had received did not contain detailed descriptions of the entrances.

Someone glanced at him and then explained, “The Blood-colored Heavenly Palace has four entrances: east, west, south, and north.

The other three are sealed by strong enchantments and can only be entered at specific times.”

“The western entrance is the exception; it has no seal and can be freely entered and exited, but no one dares to go there.”

“Why not?” Lin Xuan asked, puzzled.

“Because anyone who has entered from there has never come out.

For nearly a hundred years, no one has taken that route.”

So mysterious!

Lin Xuan stroked his chin, curious.