Jiang Changqing furrowed his brows slightly. The area where everyone was transmitted did not seem promising. With just a glance, over a dozen teams could be seen transported here, and what was alarming was that almost all of these teams consisted of Demonic Dao Sect cultivators.
As Jiang Changqing looked at the demonic cultivators, those figures were also staring at this place.
Now is the critical period of the final battle between the Righteous and Demonic Dao, and itâs as if thereâs an unspoken understanding that the longer they stay here, the more likely something unexpected will happen.
Upon hearing Jiang Changqingâs words, all the senior brothers and sisters of the Divine Sword Sect did not hesitate, and they all stepped forward to follow.
In this small group, Jiang Changqing still had the highest and most terrifying cultivation. A year ago, when he was the main person in charge of the âBorder City Battle Domainâ and the âProfound Sea Battle Domain,â he was already at the peak of the True Self Realm. After more than a year without contact, it was evident that he had broken through the True Self and stepped into the First Layer of the Self-Slaying Realm.
However, in this area, there were over a dozen Demonic Cultivators, among whom two or three were experts in the Self-Slaying Realm, forcing everyone to be on guard.
After bringing a few people to an open space, Jiang Changqing immediately summoned a flying boat. Compared to Mo Shiyiâs small ark, Jiang Changqingâs ark was much larger.
Ye Xiaofan had also ridden on this ark before. It was the very one that Senior Sister Qi, with the frost surname, used to usher them into the âHundred Sects Battle Domain.â It could accommodate over a thousand people, which was more than enough to transport over a hundred disciples of the Divine Sword Sect.
Without hesitation, everyone boarded the ark one after another, and under Jiang Changqingâs command, the ark soared into the sky and pierced through the air toward a certain direction.
Demonic Dao Sect cultivators from over a dozen sects quietly watched the ark ascend into the sky. Their gazes were extremely cold, yet they didnât launch an attack. Now that they had entered this area, everyone was conserving energy and maintaining strength, preparing to face an extraordinarily terrifying and dreadful battle.
Time passed slowly, and with the ark safely departing, Jiang Changqing and the others quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
In other âbattle domains,â they might have been a formidable small power, yet within the âmain battle domain,â they were insignificantly small, rarely able to withstand powerful Demon Sect cultivators, who perhaps could wipe out such a camp with a mere lift of a hand.
As the ark continued to cross endless mountains and rivers, everyone gradually calmed down and began to focus more on Ye Xiaofan.
The brief exchange in front of the Transmission Dao Platform left them with little time to understand each other deeply, unaware of what had transpired over the year.
However, compared to everyoneâs experiences over the year, they seemed to be less concerned, but rather extremely curious about what had happened to Ye Xiaofan.
"Junior Brother Ye, tell us, what happened to you over the past year and more? How did you step by step reach where you are today? And how did you awaken the Daluo Dao Body?" Lin Changkong sat down in front of Ye Xiaofan once he felt there was no immediate danger.
With these words, almost everyoneâs gaze fell upon Ye Xiaofan.
Just sitting cross-legged, Ye Xiaofan showed a helpless smile. Mo Shiyi and Nangong Jianchen slightly raised their eyebrows, as Ye now seemed to carry a light of attention wherever he went, becoming the focus of everyoneâs curiosity unconsciously.
Although he felt resistant deep down to recounting old stories, Ye Xiaofan couldnât refuse Lin Changkongâs inquiry. After all, these senior brothers and sisters had risked their lives to send him out of the âBorder City Battle Domain,â forming bonds much deeper than those with Wang Changsheng and Qi Yuan.
After a moment of thought, Ye Xiaofan decided to keep it brief, giving a succinct account of the recent events.
Although the speaker glossed over the details, as the incidents were recounted, everyone couldnât help but show expressions of surprise and even shock.
"Junior Brother Ye, canât you be a bit more detailed? It feels so ordinary with such a vague description."
"Yeah, junior brother, we know you donât like to be high-profile, but this is just too low-profile. Even from your few words, I can imagine the horror of those moments. How come you relay it like drinking plain water, so bland?"
Ye Xiaofan smiled wryly at these words. He wasnât unwilling to share but felt there was no need to hide anything. The recent events in his life had happened in public, so there was neither necessity nor feasibility in concealment.
Seeing Ye Xiaofanâs troubled expression, Mo Shiyi pondered for a while, glancing at Ye Xiaofan, who appeared too young. While boasting might seem arrogant, building the necessary prestige is sometimes very important.
A cultivatorâs influence in a sect can bring unimaginably beneficial outcomes in the future. Some things shouldnât be known, but spreading certain events could establish a personâs image and authority.
In a world where strength is respected, being strong is meaningless unless known, or anyone might dare to challenge you.
Moreover, establishing prestige in the cultivation realm is crucial, as having respect will naturally bring good things your way without needing to seek them out.
With this in mind, Mo Shiyiâs eyes shone with intelligence, and after a short while, he calmly said, "Dear senior brothers and sisters, let me describe the events for you. Junior Brother Ye indeed has his difficulties."