Dragon Blood Saint Emperor

Pann Wu’s physical body was terrifying. With two massive palms, he swept everything aside, carving a direct path forward.

The crowd, shoved aside, was both shocked and enraged. However, the sight of the giant towering before them made them instantly suppress their fury.

With a body as tall as a mountain, they didn’t need to guess his origin. The giant before them had to be from the Giant Spirit Race.

His incomparably terrifying aura was enough to make one’s courage fail. In this unique environment, not even a Spiritual Spring Realm expert could be certain of defeating him.

Thus, with Pann Wu leading the way, Ye Wushuang and his companions encountered no resistance whatsoever.

Behind them, many of the smarter people in the crowd followed closely in Pann Wu’s wake, also heading into the Celestial Abyss.

Above the abyss, nine massive vortexes were arrayed like stars. They looked like holes in the sky, bursting with endless Divine Light!

The Divine Light was laced with fearsome Dao Marks, emanating a terrifying Power of Restriction from the vortexes that sealed the entire Celestial Abyss.

Upon entering the Celestial Abyss, they saw an ancient Bronze Stone Gate. It stood hundreds of feet tall, piercing the clouds, its mottled surface bearing the marks of countless ages!

The Bronze Stone Gate was covered in all sorts of mysterious, esoteric Inscriptions. Wisps of Divine Light flowed across them, and the fluctuations of the Dao Marks were enough to shake one’s very soul.

In front of the Bronze Stone Gate were nine hexagonal stone platforms, each one corresponding to one of the nine vortexes in the sky.

Each hexagonal platform was over a hundred feet wide and also covered in different Inscriptions. Blazing Divine Light shot from them, connecting to the nine vortexes above.

At the same time, a separate pillar of light from each platform converged on the Bronze Stone Gate.

A different group of people stood beside each of the nine hexagonal platforms.

These were the various factions from the Endless Wilderness!

Ye Wushuang and his group soon arrived deep within the abyss. He swept the area with his Divine Sense, searching for their respective Sects.

Soon, Zhao Feiyu and his companions found the members of the Yunlan Ancient Teachings.

Looking at the group from the Yunlan Ancient Teachings, Zhao Feiyu cupped his fist and said, "Brother Ye, we’ll head over now."

"Go on ahead," Ye Wushuang replied.

"Farewell. We’ll see you in the Earth Palace," Yunn Dong and the others added before following Zhao Feiyu.

Yuann Qingmeng, who was walking last, took a step before stopping. She turned back and said, "Brother Ye, the Earth Palace is treacherous. You must be careful."

Ye Wushuang smiled. "Rest assured, Miss Qingmeng. I’ll be very careful."

"Mhm!" Yuann Qingmeng looked as if she wanted to say more, but she swallowed her words. She could only nod before hurrying to catch up with Zhao Feiyu’s group.

Watching them leave, Ye Wushuang continued to scan the area with his Divine Sense.

He was looking for the group from the Ancient Spirit Sect, as well as searching for Ye Rou and her companions.

A moment later, a look of delight spread across Ye Wushuang’s face.

There, next to a hexagonal platform to the southeast, stood the very people he had been searching for!

"Pann Wu, let’s go."

Ye Wushuang called out to Pann Wu and started walking toward Ye Rou’s group.

Pann Wu followed close behind, the ground trembling with his every step, quickly drawing everyone’s attention.

"The Giant Spirit Clan is here too!"

People from many of the factions turned to look.

Immediately, Ye Wushuang felt several gazes land on him, filled with icy killing intent.

They were aimed at him, piercing and bone-chillingly cold.

He turned his head and saw a group of winged figures by one of the stone platforms staring at him. One gaze, in particular, burned with the most intense killing intent.

It came from a middle-aged man at the very front of the group, a man Ye Wushuang recognized: Yuh Qianling, the Clan Leader of the Feather Race.

Yuh Qianling’s eyes were glacial, his murderous intent radiating like the edge of a cold knife.

At the sight, Ye Wushuang snorted. He knew exactly what that look meant. They wanted him dead.

"Ye Wushuang!"

Of course, it wasn’t just the Feather Race. The members of the Demon Abyss were all glaring at him with murderous intent. And from the Fiery Sun Sect, several hostile gazes also fell upon him. Who else could they belong to but Luo Yunjiao and her lackeys?

As he walked, Ye Wushuang was followed by gazes of both curiosity and killing intent.

However, aside from the cold glint in his eyes, his expression remained unchanged.

He calmly scanned the major factions present. There were over a dozen of them, including the Ancient Spirit Sect, the Yunlan Ancient Teachings, the Fiery Sun Sect, the Celestial Sword Sect, the Feather Race, and the Demon Abyss.

Even people from Yunhuang City had arrived!

"It’s the Dragon Cat!"

Suddenly, Yangg Qing’er looked up, her face lighting up with joy at the sight of the Dragon Cat on Pann Wu’s shoulder.

She turned to Ye Rou beside her and said, "Sister Ye Rou, if the Dragon Cat is here, Brother Ye must be too. Look, they’re coming over."

Ye Rou acted as though she hadn’t heard, but her Divine Sense had already reached out to them.

It wasn’t just her; Qiu Mo, Jian Bufan, and the quietly standing Dii Qingxue, along with the other Ancient Spirit Sect Disciples, all did the same.

Perched on Pann Wu’s shoulder, the Dragon Cat stood up, its beady eyes scanning the crowd below with an expression of utter disdain.

However, when its gaze fell upon the Treasure-Seeking Rat in Ye Rou’s arms, its beady eyes darted about, and it shouted, "Lil’ rat, have you missed your Lord Cat?"

SQUEAK SQUEAK!

Hearing the Dragon Cat’s voice, the Treasure-Seeking Rat was so frightened it nearly fell from Ye Rou’s arms. It sent out frantic waves of Spiritual Sense, vehemently expressing that it had *not* missed him in the slightest.

If it could speak, it probably would have shrieked, ’Who in their right mind would miss you!’

"KAKAKA!"

The Dragon Cat cackled strangely. ’Looks like it really missed me. Why else would it get so excited the moment it saw me? Lord Cat is popular everywhere he goes!’

While the Dragon Cat was admiring itself, Ye Wushuang had already reached the Ancient Spirit Sect’s contingent.

"Xiaoshuang!"

"Brother Ye!"

Ye Rou, Yangg Qing’er, and Yuh Qianling delightedly rushed forward, making the group of Ancient Spirit Sect Disciples behind them extremely jealous.

’Three great beauties, all fawning over some punk. It’s infuriating!’

At least Dii Qingxue hadn’t gone forward.

The thought that the goddess of their hearts had stayed put was a great comfort to them all.

However...

...the very next second, to their collective heartbreak, that peerless beauty in snow-white robes also began walking toward Ye Wushuang.

CRACK CRACK CRACK!

The sound of cracking knuckles echoed through the group, causing even some of the senior members of the Ancient Spirit Sect to frown.

"You’re here."

Dii Qingxue didn’t say much, just those two words.

But her tone was gentle, lacking some of its usual high-and-mighty, ethereal aloofness.

Of course, this was only for Ye Wushuang.

Ye Wushuang nodded, but his eyes roamed brazenly over Dii Qingxue, his gaze revealing a hint of domineering possessiveness.

Perhaps ever since their last Dual Cultivation session, he no longer felt any apprehension toward this icy Fairy. In fact, a strong desire to conquer her had taken root in his heart.

As if sensing his thoughts, Dii Qingxue frowned and shot him a glare.

However, that glare was caught by a handsome, jade-like young man standing to the side. A cold, sharp glint flashed in his eyes before vanishing.

This man was Mo Wentian, one of the strongest Disciples!

Dii Qingxue asked, "How is your progress with the Cultivation Technique I gave you?"

"Don’t worry, I’m ready to ’cultivate’ anytime!"

Ye Wushuang replied meaningfully, the corner of his mouth curling into a smirk as he thought to himself, ’She comes right up and asks about the Cultivation Technique... Don’t tell me she’s gotten addicted to Dual Cultivation?’

’Ready to "cultivate" anytime?’

Those words instantly brought a faint blush to Dii Qingxue’s beautiful face.

This reaction caused killing intent to flash in the eyes of Mo Wentian, who had been watching her intently. When had the ice-cold Dii Qingxue ever shown such a startling response?

’And now, she was blushing over a single sentence from a mere True Essence Third Layer Disciple!’