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The first was the Deep Sea Demonic Whale King, the ruler of the abyss. This massive black demon whale was covered in sturdy scales, with eyes as deep as black holes.
The Ice Emperor was a giant statue made of ice, towering into the clouds. Its eyes glowed with a cold light, and every movement seemed capable of freezing everything, plunging the world into an icy realm.
The Evil-Eyed Tyrant was a multi-eyed beast with the head of a dragon and the body of an eagle. Its ferocious face exuded endless malice, and each eye emitted a sharp gaze, capable of seeing through everything and destroying anything.
The Dream Ice Silkworm was a huge ice silkworm covered in frost, emanating an eerie aura. Its eyes shimmered with a deep light, and anyone who met its gaze would be trapped in an endless illusion, unable to escape.
The Octagon was a two-hundred-thousand-year-old immortal plant rooted in an illusionary realm, radiating a mysterious aura. Its leaves were octagonal, glowing green with boundless vitality and mystical power.
These immense and powerful soul beasts presented a breathtaking scene in Shui Wuya's illusion.
Amidst this, the Fifth Elder felt an unprecedented fear and despair.
"What is this!?"
The Fifth Elder trembled, momentarily panicked, almost instinctively wanting to summon his soul weapon for defense.
However, almost instantly, he was subdued by that mysterious force, unable to move.
Fear enveloped his heart, and he felt a despair he had never known before.
"Ah!"
With a scream, he was directly knocked unconscious by the overwhelming aura.
"That was convenient."
Shui Wuya walked in front of him, smiling slightly.
With a point of his finger, Shui Wuya began to search the Fifth Elder's memory, seeking clues about Tang Chen's secluded training place.
Indeed, in the Fifth Elder's memory, Tang Chen was in the forbidden area of the Haotian Sect's back mountain for secluded training.
The back mountain was also filled with numerous formations and traps.
These formations and traps were terrifyingly formidable.
Even a Limit Douluo would find it hard to break through easily.
"There are traps, as expected. Good thing I was cautious."
Shui Wuya secretly rejoiced at his decision to seek out the Fifth Elder.
He immediately returned to Shui Bing'er's hidden place and set off with her for the back mountain to stop Tang Chen from consolidating his divine position.
In the Haotian Sect forest.
Amidst the silence.
A weak voice for help sounded.
"I've told you everything I know, please spare my life!"
Hiss!
A low sound accompanied by a flash of cold light.
Qian Daoliu raised his hand, and the Haotian Sect disciple's head was severed before he could even scream.
Blood spurted like a fountain.
Qian Daoliu's eyes showed no emotion.
To him, killing was as natural as breathing.
"Tang Chen, where are you?"
His eyes were cold, and his heart was anxious.
He had just interrogated several Haotian Sect disciples but still had no results.
However, he learned that a large number of Haotian Sect elite disciples were heading for the back mountain.
"At such a critical moment, such a large-scale mobilization..."
"It's very likely that Tang Chen is in seclusion in the back mountain!"
Qian Daoliu made a swift decision to head to the back mountain for clues.
He concealed his presence, quietly moving through the woods, skillfully avoiding the Haotian Sect's patrols as he made his way to the back mountain.
Qian Daoliu's eyes gleamed coldly.
In the moonlight, his figure appeared exceptionally grim, like a bloodthirsty leopard hunting its prey.
He quickly crossed the Haotian Sect's outer defenses and ventured into the forbidden area.
Cold winds blew through, bringing a piercing chill.
Qian Daoliu sensed the dense divine power in the air and felt a stir in his heart.
"Tang Chen must have been here!"
Knowing he was close to his target.
Qian Daoliu's face broke into a cold smile.
"Haha, it seems I found the right place. Tang Chen, where are you hiding?"
With an imposing aura, he strode forward.
Having long seen Tang Chen as a thorn in his side, he was determined to stop him from consolidating his divine position at all costs.
However, just as he was in high spirits.
A gentle breeze blew through, carrying a strange scent.
Qian Daoliu frowned, sensing something amiss.
Suddenly, his foot slipped, and he found himself engulfed in a mist.
"What's going on?"
His heart tightened as he realized he had fallen into a trap.
Surrounded by the mist, everything around him became a blur.
Qian Daoliu felt his vision obscured by a mysterious force, making it impossible to see his surroundings clearly.
"What kind of space is this? It's so eerie!"
He gripped his Heavenly Sword tightly, alert and cautious.
Suddenly, a figure emerged from the mist.
To his shock, it looked exactly like him.
It was his own clone.
"What is this?"
Qian Daoliu was startled but quickly held his breath, preparing to face the sudden danger.
The clone's eyes glowed with the same cold light, like a reflection in a mirror.
However, unlike him, the clone was filled with divine energy.
"This must be Tang Chen's doing, using divine power to create this clone to delay me!"
Qian Daoliu's heart sank.
He didn't want to get entangled with the clone and immediately looked around for a way to escape.
But no matter how he maneuvered, he couldn't escape the mist.
The clone followed closely, pushing him into a desperate situation.
"Damn it, I'll deal with you first, then your master!"
Qian Daoliu gritted his teeth, knowing he had to fight his way out.
Raising his Heavenly Sword, he prepared for a life-or-death battle with the phantom version of himself.
At the core of the forbidden area on the back mountain.
In the heavenly treasure land.
On the altar.
Tang Chen sat cross-legged with his eyes closed.
Divine power flowed around him, his aura deep and steady, as if he were one with the universe.
Suddenly, he opened his eyes, sensing someone had triggered his illusion array.
"Someone else has entered the back mountain?"
He muttered, frowning slightly, feeling a hint of displeasure.
A few days ago, a disciple had intruded, and he had told Xiao'er to strengthen the guard and prevent anyone from disturbing him.
Yet, not long after, someone else had intruded.
"Xiao'er as the sect leader is truly disappointing."
Tang Chen felt a pang of disappointment in Tang Xiao.
He valued Hao'er more than Xiao'er.
But Xiao'er couldn't even protect his own brother.
Hao'er's whereabouts were unknown, possibly fallen into the hands of the Spirit Hall.
"Damn Spirit Hall! They really underestimate us!"
A surge of anger rose in Tang Chen's heart.
His hatred for the Spirit Hall burned like a raging fire.
"Just wait. The day I become a god is the day the Spirit Hall is annihilated!"
"By then, those who dare to challenge me will pay with their lives!"
Tang Chen clenched his teeth.
The fire of vengeance in his heart would only be extinguished on the day he sought retribution from the Spirit Hall.
This obsession would drive him to overcome all obstacles and ascend to godhood!
He closed his eyes again, continuing to consolidate his divine position.
Deep in the Haotian Sect forest, moonlight softly illuminated the green leaves, casting mottled shadows.
Two figures moved silently through the woods.
Shui Wuya and Shui Bing'er, wearing black cloaks and delicate masks, moved with the wind.
They passed through the Haotian Sect's defensive lines and infiltrated the back mountain.
The atmosphere in the back mountain was exceptionally solemn, filled with a murderous aura.
They carefully navigated the dense forest, stepping over moss-covered ground, silently entering the forbidden area.
But as soon as Shui Wuya took a step, he felt dizzy, as if pulled by a mysterious force.
He stumbled.
"Where am I?"
Standing up, Shui Wuya found himself in a garden.
Brightly colored flowers bloomed, exuding enchanting fragrances, like a paradise.
In the center of the garden, a group of stunning women in light veils approached gracefully, like celestial beings.
These women were all too familiar to Shui Wuya.
"Bing'er, Qian Renxue, Bibi Dong, Tang Ya, Ma Xiaotao."
"What are you doing here?"
Shui Wuya incredulously called out the names of these goddesses, stunned.
The goddesses gathered, approaching him.
They wore various elegant and flowing immortal dresses, with long hair draped over their shoulders, moving gracefully and alluringly.
Their enchanting smiles and seductive laughter tempted Shui Wuya's heart.
Bing'er, Qian Renxue, Bibi Dong, Tang Ya, Ma Xiaotao...
Each goddess, whether tender and charming or noble and elegant, exuded irresistible charm, as if captivating Shui Wuya's soul.
(End of Chapter)