Chapter 143 Disciples Gathering
The square was completely engulfed in chaos as thick fog spread, leaving only a vast expanse of white.
In the center of the square, there stands an extremely magnificent hall, radiant with light and surrounded by brilliant rays of light. The light flows like a gushing spring, and mist rises from the bottom, making it seem as if one has stepped into a fairyland.
This hall is over a thousand feet long and wide, and a hundred feet high. It is magnificent and majestic. It is suspended in the air, with strange lights interweaving, demonstrating its extraordinaryness.
A staircase made of huge stones winds down from the depths of the hall and leads directly to the square. This is the only complete palace left in the ancient sect's underworld - the Lingtai Hall.
At this moment, in the square in front of the hall, there were shadowy figures. Disciples from various sects formed a formation and stood outside the stone steps, their eyes filled with disbelief and shock.
Even those elders who had visited the palace many times could not help but feel a new shock in their hearts when faced with such a magnificent palace.
The Lingtai Hall stood silently, surrounded by colorful light, bringing an indescribable sense of oppression, as if even the air had become heavy and breathing was difficult.
Everyone looked at each other, their shock evident in words. Their eyes involuntarily followed the flowing light and finally moved to the vast sea of fog, with anxiety and anticipation coexisting in their hearts.
The ranking of sects is related to the quality of resources obtained from the Lingtai Palace. Therefore, whether it is a small sect at the bottom or the War God Palace which is firmly at the top of the list, they are all anxious.
In this tense atmosphere, a crisp sound of footsteps rang out from the fog, instantly attracting everyone's attention.
Everyone looked in unison, silently praying that it was the disciples of their own sect who arrived first.
I saw a group of dozens of people in dark golden robes coming into view. They had a strong aura and walked in unison, instantly becoming the focus of the whole audience.
“It’s the Temple of the God of War!” someone whispered, and then the name “Lin Dong!” spread among the crowd, foreshadowing that this sect dispute would bring about new waves.
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, several exclamations arose suddenly, and the aura of the crowd surged, making the disciples of the sect who were watching secretly feel a chill in their hearts, and the faces of the elders became even gloomier.
Only the elder of the Temple of War God had a look of ecstasy on his face, and he kept praising: "Good! Good! Good!" After that, he turned his gaze to the only remaining Guo Polu, and looked forward to his harvest.
Guo Cheng was at one side of the Temple of War God, his face clearly showing joy, a gleam in his old eyes, his pride evident in his expression.
In contrast, other sects all looked at them with envy and jealousy. The elders of Liuyun Sword Sect were particularly displeased because their top strength members such as Nangong Yue, Liu Qingshan and others had not arrived yet.
In the mist, the sound of footsteps could be heard from time to time. The disciples arrived one after another, either in groups or alone.
As time went by, the disciples who were waiting showed horror on their faces.
Yin Wuqing stood alone, expressionless; the elders and disciples behind him looked solemn and the atmosphere was depressing.
The other sect elites, who were ranked at the top of the hall, now looked pale and kept their heads down in silence. Occasionally, they would look towards Yin Wuqing's gaze, and when they saw that cold face, they would hurriedly avoid him.
"How hateful! If it weren't for Liu Qingshan, it wouldn't have come to this!" Xie Xiaotian and the others were indignant. They were heartbroken when they mentioned the fact that more than seventy spirit stones had been taken away.
"If it weren't for this disaster, our Tianjian Sect's ranking would have soared, and one of our disciples might have a chance to be among the top five."
After saying this, everyone's expressions became even gloomier, with a mixture of heartache and unwillingness.
Yin Wuqing's face turned pale and he remained silent. Everything was already a foregone conclusion and the only thing he could do was remain silent.
The sound of hurried and chaotic footsteps echoed in the fog, and more than a dozen figures gradually walked out of the haze and came into view.
"Liu Qingshan."
Upon hearing this, Xie Xiaotian's face suddenly turned cold and his eyes were as sharp as knives, as if they could penetrate the air and shoot straight at Liu Qingshan who was walking in the front.
Liu Qingshan sensed the chill and just glanced at it indifferently. Then he followed Nangong Yue and walked into the area where Liuyun Sword Sect was located.
Although Xie Xiaotian, Liu Chunjiang and others were unwilling to give in, they had to restrain themselves in front of a giant like the Liuyun Sword Sect, knowing that the gap in strength was too great and it would be difficult to contend.
They prayed secretly, hoping that their disciples would have good luck, although the hope was slim.
Suddenly, the silence was broken by the sound of clear footsteps, and everyone's eyes turned to the source of the sound.
In the fog, a lonely figure slowly emerged. His purple robe was torn, his hair was disheveled, and his face was dark. He came alone, looking particularly dejected.
Everyone recognized at a glance that it was Shangguan Jiannan, a disciple of the Tianjian Sect.
Shangguan Jiannan appeared, facing the many gazes around him, and was slightly shocked. He did not expect that so many disciples from the ten major sects had gathered here.
His eyes swept across the crowd and finally landed on Yin Wuqing. A hint of joy flashed across his face, and then he quickly stepped forward.
"The Tianjian Sect suffered heavy losses this time."
"I heard that the strongest team was defeated by Liu Qingshan."
"From the looks of it, Shangguan Jiannan has suffered a lot."
There was a lot of discussion all around, with a bit of gloating. The competition and grudges between the sects were clearly revealed at this moment.
Shangguan Jiannan turned a deaf ear to these discussions and had his own thoughts in mind. He knew very well that in this world where the strong are respected, only strength is the basis for survival.
Seeing the Tianjian Sect encounter difficulties, the other sects secretly rejoiced, and the atmosphere was subtle.
Shangguan Jiannan walked in without changing his expression and went straight to the Tianjian Sect.
Yin Wuqing's eyes fell on him quietly, and he whispered softly, so that only the two of them could hear: "I'm glad you're okay."
Shangguan Jiannan raised his head, met Yin Wuqing's eyes, nodded slightly, and then stepped aside as he signaled.
As disciples from various sects arrived one after another, the scene gradually became noisy.
The atmosphere became increasingly tense amid whispers.
Suddenly, a roar like thunder exploded, carrying tremendous rage, instantly filling the surroundings.
"Boy, hand over your sword and I will spare your life!" As soon as these words came out, Shangguan Jiannan's face suddenly changed.
In front of the Lingtai Hall, mist was shrouded and all the disciples gathered. A deafening roar suddenly sounded, shaking the void.
Shangguan Jiannan turned pale upon hearing the voice, and thought to himself, "Not good, it's Guo Polu!" That familiar voice made his heart tighten.
With the roar, everyone's eyes were focused.
I saw a white shadow rushing towards me. Guo Polu was wearing a white robe and was very imposing. He went straight to Shangguan Jiannan.
The distance between the two was rapidly narrowing. Guo Polu's eyes were fixed on the Tianjian Sect. Spiritual energy surged around him. He waved his hands, causing the void to tremble, and he suddenly exerted force with both palms.
"Buzz!" The air waves rolled with an astonishing momentum, heading straight for Shangguan Jiannan.
"Boy, how dare you look down on me like this!" Yin Wuqing, who had been silent all this time, finally exploded. His momentum soared as he shouted angrily, shocking the entire audience.
He stood there, but he seemed to be as heavy as a mountain, causing the air to freeze.
The space was instantly filled with rich spiritual energy. Yin Wuqing did not move at all. A terrifying spiritual pressure suddenly erupted, confronting Guo Polu's attack head-on.
There was a loud bang, the air was stirred, the air currents were swirling, and everyone's clothes were rustling.
Guo Polu was suspended in the air with a pale face. As a leader of the younger generation, he still seemed overwhelmed when facing a senior like Yin Wuqing.