Move!

Xu Xian really wanted to tell them that although they might not be able to seize the Emperor's inheritance, the so-called immortal opportunity...

'But weren't these people themselves full of treasures?'

He wouldn't kill.

But he would surely loot the spoils, right?

However, after thinking about it, he held back and didn't say it.

He had only three goals for this trip to the Emperor's Tomb.

First, strip these people clean to build his fourth-floor Sword Tower.

Second, figure out what the Twilight Emperor was up to, and if possible, kill him. Since that seemed unrealistic for now, he would at least ruin his plans.

As for the third goal.

It was to minimize the losses for the Wendao Sect, and ideally, bring all these juniors back in one piece.

Under the current circumstances, a slaughter trial was unfolding.

The simplest way to protect them would be to kill everyone else.

But that was unrealistic. There were at least a million people here. Even if they were a million pigs, he couldn't finish hacking through them in ten days straight without eating or drinking.

He could only settle for the next best thing.

Gather them together to form a group for defense.

Saying he wouldn't lose a single person was a bit impractical, but protecting the majority should be no problem.

After all.

They weren't useless. Each one was an elite of this generation in Fanzhou. Combined with Yao Xiaoxiao's Taiyin Immortal Body and Lu Yuan, that vicious beast.

Plus the immortal swords in the hands of Chu Yi and Kongkong.

It shouldn't be a major problem for the Wendao Sect to stay safe.

When the time came, he would only need to step in and take down the truly threatening guys. The rest, they could handle themselves.

Of course.

The prerequisite was that he had to gather them all together immediately during the upcoming chaotic battle.

Thus, he comforted them, "Alright, staying alive is more important than anything else. Only by living can you move forward. If you're dead, you have nothing."

He even asked them, "Do you know what the most painful thing in a person's life is?"

The crowd shook their heads in unison.

Xu Xian joked, "Dying before the money's all spent."

That one sentence caused the crowd to erupt in laughter.

There truly was no flaw in that logic.

Coming all this way for nothing was a regret.

But if your life was gone, everything was truly over.

They came to seize opportunities, not to throw their lives away.

Similar scenes were playing out on the other platforms.

Uniting, gathering, defending, and acting in unison. Although the fighting hadn't started yet, plans had already been played out a thousand times in their minds.

There were also some smart-alecks who planned to hide at the beginning and then kill whoever had the most points at the very last moment...

Zhang Yang grew even more confident.

He put away his sword and pulled out a giant iron hammer.

He might be lacking in cultivation.

And as for his IQ... the less said, the better.

But when it came to strength, he had never feared anyone. He felt that there was no one on this platform he couldn't hammer to death.

Even that demon with the True Dragon bloodline could be hammered to death.

"Twelfth Grand-Ancestor, this time, you can really set your heart at ease. In a moment, I'll take this hammer and smash out a path of blood. I want to see who dares not to avoid my might."

Tu Kongkong dropped her previous disdain and nodded vigorously.

"Good!"

"A-Yang, I believe in you."

Who could understand? Standing next to this big guy who was nearly two meters tall, the sense of security was simply overflowing.

Without relying on cultivation and only on physical toughness, Zhang Yang looked like he could truly fight.

On another platform, Chi Ji was also searching everywhere for Bai Mang's figure behind her mask.

In terms of physical strength and slaughter, she considered herself average, especially in this place where geniuses from all over gathered.

She felt even more uncertain.

She could only hope that Bai Mang could find her and protect her.

However, the demons around her were all brimming with confidence, and this courage actually stemmed from her.

An Immortal-Demon.

The bloodline of the Demon Lord.

In the eyes of the demons, that was an invincible existence.

They were certain that their demon son would surely slaughter everyone in all directions, eventually becoming the final victor and returning in triumph...

Time passed second by second, and the time it took for an incense stick to burn was gone in a flash.

As time slipped away silently, another movement came from the Twilight Burial Realm.

First, the barrier blocking the Eight-Direction Platforms faded away, and new laws of the world descended silently, replacing them in an instant.

Space rippled like ripples on a great marsh. At the same time, every living being present felt the new laws take hold of their entire bodies.

Dantians,

Seas of consciousness,

Qi manors,

Acupoints,

And even nascent souls seemed to be completely frozen by a mysterious force, rendered unusable.

Cultivation became a mere decoration, useless now.

Only the power of the physical body remained.

Although they had expected this, the crowd still grew restless when the moment actually arrived.

At this moment, looking up at the sky felt as if everyone was under the gaze of those blood-colored dual suns.

They were unable to help themselves, with nowhere to hide.

"The hell."

"Damn it."

"What powerful law energy."

"Is this the power of an Emperor? Controlling every rule and order within a world?"

Xu Xian immediately tried to call out to the little book spirit. The little book spirit sat on his shoulder and said somewhat impatiently:

"Stop calling, stop calling. I'm here, I'm here."

Xu Xian also breathed a sigh of relief. It was good that the little book spirit was still there. Otherwise, relying only on himself, he might not be able to discern the Twilight Emperor's true intentions.

Was he using this slaughter to collect blood essence to break the seal?

Or was he using this slaughter to select the most suitable vessel in Fanzhou?

He tried to connect with his storage bag.

He found he couldn't use it.

Not only was his spirit qi locked, but his divine sense was also suppressed, naturally cutting off the connection to the storage bag.

To some extent, everyone present had truly become mortal beings, just as the grey-robed phantom had said.

Fortunately, they were given the time of an incense stick to prepare, allowing everyone to take their items out of their storage bags in advance.

Otherwise.

It really would have turned into a free-for-all brawl.

Xu Xian wasn't the only one to realize this.

Others had noticed as well.

Amidst their surprise and helplessness, they were secretly glad they had prepared early.

Failing to communicate with his storage bag, Xu Xian tried to communicate with the Divine Sword Pool.

This was the most important thing.

With a thought, he unconsciously let out a breath of turbid air.

"Whew..."

"Good."

"It works."

If the Divine Sword Pool couldn't be used, things would be troublesome. Not only would there be no place to put the loot he was about to collect, but his plans would also be very difficult to execute.

The little book spirit immediately provided an explanation.

Theoretically speaking.

It was because the book spirit and the Sword Mound derived from the Sword Tower stood above this so-called small world of the Twilight Burial Realm.

Therefore, the laws here.

Could not affect the Sword Tower.

This was the fundamental relationship between higher and lower levels.

In other words.

If it weren't for the fact that Xu Xian had lost the ability to manipulate spirit qi, he would have been able to manifest the White Jade Capital here.

This small world could block cheats, but Xu Xian's cheat was simply too strong to be completely disabled.

Immediately following that...

Before the crowd could even regain their senses, the platforms beneath their feet began to vibrate violently. The stone gates behind them also shook, causing countless falling rocks and dust to rustle down.

Panic surged, and the sea of people grew even more chaotic.

What now?

The ground rumbled, and in the deep valley in front of the platforms, white jade stone bridges emerged, continuously extending with majestic momentum.

From the ruins, they stretched all the way to the stone platforms.

They were ten zhang wide.

White as the bright moon.

Reflecting the blood-red glow.

Eight platforms, eight long bridges, all connecting to the same battlefield.

The meaning was clear.

Xu Xian raised the Wendao Sect battle flag with his left hand, and with a flick of his right sleeve, his heavy sword unsheathed. He swung the great flag and shouted a single word.

"Move!"