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第一千四百三十二章 银鲨岛万蛟王

Three years later, in the outer sea of Yunzhou, a nameless expanse of water, two streaks of lightning pierced through the sky. The speed was incredible; it didn’t need to be said that this was an electronic book.

"Little Sister, Myth says there are over a hundred teleportation points related to the Netherworld Gate within the human realm. As long as you hold the Netherworld Jade Token at the moment the portal opens, you can enter one of them?" A slow and resolute voice echoed in Lin Xuan's ears from the ethereal light.

"Correct," Dream Ruyan nodded. "The Silver Shark Island we are going to now has such a teleportation point."

Upon hearing this, Lin Xuan nodded but didn't ask any more questions. His expression turned unusually serious.

After all, the success or failure of this journey would determine whether his sister and he could ascend to the Spirit Realm successfully. Hundreds of years of cultivation had been for this very moment. Even with Lin Xuan's broad-mindedness, he couldn’t help feeling a bit tense at that moment.

Dream Ruyan’s expression was similar.

Fortunately, all matters within their sect were already resolved.

With the assistance of Hundred-herb Pill, Liu Ying truly stepped into the Separation and Union realm half a year ago. This naturally alleviated the crisis facing Bixuan Pavilion as long as they didn’t continue expanding. With no further expansion, everything would be safe and sound.

Silver Shark Island was located west of Tianyuhaguan (Heavenly Cloud Sect), just over ten million li away from Yongzhou Island.

Despite such a close distance, this island wasn't included in the jurisdiction of Bixuan Pavilion.

Moreover, although there was a decent spirit vein on the island, no cultivators had taken possession of it. Few practitioners even saw this place due to its relative isolation.

In essence, this was one of the teleportation points for the Netherworld Gate.

Although the gate rarely opened, ancient legends claimed that the spatial instability here could connect with the Underworld Realm. The Underworld was filled with terrifying vengeful spirits and ghosts, making it even more dangerous than the Ancient Demon Realm. Unless someone was extremely reckless, no cultivator would want to be teleported there.

However, these were just rumors, not something to believe in.

Besides, the Netherworld Gate was about to open. Even if there were dangers, how could they stop those powerful practitioners with unique techniques?

After flying for approximately an hour, Lin Xuan and Dream Ruyan had arrived above Silver Shark Island.

From their vantage point in the clouds, the island’s shape indeed resembled a shark leaping out of the water.

The surrounding sea sparkled, giving the island a mysterious aura due to the reflection. It was indeed worthy of its name.

"Is this it?"

Lin Xuan scanned the surface of the sea with a look of surprise on his face.

Despite its unique shape, Silver Shark Island wasn’t large. With Lin Xuan’s powerful spiritual sense, he could see every detail from the clouds—there were no teleportation arrays here.

Could Dream Ruyan have made a mistake? The island was supposed to be the location for the teleportation point.

However, Lin Xuan dismissed such thoughts as absurd. For this journey, Dream Ruyan had been scheming for a long time; how could she possibly get the teleportation location wrong?

"Brother, what are you laughing at?" Dream Ruyan’s gaze swept over Lin Xuan’s face with some curiosity.

"I was just thinking."

Seeing that Lin Xuan wasn’t going to speak further, Dream Ruyan didn’t take it seriously. They slowed their ethereal light and landed on a rocky outcrop by the sea.

"Little Sister, how long will it be before the Netherworld Gate opens?" Lin Xuan reached into his waistband and produced an jade token with a ghost face carved on its back. The number on the reverse side had changed to a large "zero."

"It’s hard to say; it could take anywhere from a few days to over a month," Dream Ruyan combed her hair, then sat cross-legged, waiting.

"Oh."

Lin Xuan nodded. For cultivators, this time was negligible, so he also sat cross-legged.

Time passed slowly.

Half a month later, the sky began to drizzle lightly, but the sea remained calm. The distant scenery was somewhat blurry.

The Netherworld Gate could open at any moment, and Lin Xuan and Dream Ruyan didn’t bother setting up temporary dwellings. They simply sat cross-legged on a rocky outcrop by the shore.

Despite the gray sky, no raindrops fell upon them as they meditated like old monks in deep concentration.

Suddenly, Lin Xuan opened his eyes.

His face was filled with surprise and a hint of alertness, his expression unusually serious.

"Little Sister, what’s wrong?" Dream Ruyan also opened her eyes, looking somewhat puzzled.

"There is someone coming this way. No, it's ademon race (yao zue), his realm..." Before he could finish speaking, Lin Xuan’s face changed dramatically.

"What?"

Dream Ruyan was taken aback; she knew Lin Xuan well—on the surface, he was easygoing, but deep down, he had an arrogant streak and didn’t fear anything in this world.

Dream Ruyan raised her eyebrows and released her spiritual sense, but found nothing. She couldn’t help feeling surprised. She knew that Lin Xuan wasn’t one to speak falsely, yet as a Separation and Union middle-stage cultivator herself, she hadn’t even sensed anything. Could it be that Lin Xuan’s spiritual sense was stronger than hers?

After some time, Dream Ruyan's expression became more complicated.

Boom!

The sea roiled with waves, the aura from a thousand miles away becoming extremely clear. The primordial energy of heaven and earth seemed to become chaotic.

This pressure, this power...

Dream Ruyan’s face turned pale. According to her knowledge, only one figure in thedemon race (yao zue) had such strength. However, his place of seclusion was far from the outer sea, and there were other teleportation points nearby. Why would he come to Silver Shark Island?

"Little Sister, do you know this old monster?" After ascending to Separation and Union realm, Lin Xuan was left in awe by few existences; this distantdemon race (yao zue) cultivator was certainly one of them.

"What about the Ten Thousand Serpent King? Have you heard of him?"

"What, the Ten Thousand Serpent King, the top expert of thedemon race (yao zue)?"

Lin Xuan’s pupils constricted. In Yunzhou, this figure's reputation was second only to Wang Tinglou, also at Separation and Union late-stage.

Lin Xuan’s face turned extremely gloomy.

Dream Ruyan’s emotions were even more complicated. Back then, when her sister managed Tianyuhaguan (Heavenly Cloud Sect), the Divine Bell of Calming the Sea was stolen by petty people. After many twists and turns, it ended up in the hands of the Ten Thousand Serpent King.

Later, Wang Tinglou single-handedly entered the Ten Thousand Serpent Valley to reclaim their treasure for the sect.

In truth, although Tianyuhaguan hadn’t directly clashed with the Ten Thousand Serpent King, this incident had created a significant grudge between them.

However, while Tianyuhaguan’s power was inferior to that of the Ten Thousand Serpent Valley, it couldn’t be easily dishonored.

Moreover, if the Ten Thousand Serpent King retaliated, it wouldn't just be human versus human conflict; it could potentially lead to a full-scale war between thedemon race (yao zue) and cultivators.

With these factors in play, since the Ten Thousand Serpent King couldn’t defeat Wang Tinglou, he had to swallow his pride.

But as the saying goes, "The good don't come, but if they do, it's not a good sign." The appearance of this figure here was certainly not auspicious.

[PS: Sorry for the late update, but I’ve really been having a rough time these past couple days. Drinking cold water is giving me trouble too. Anyway, there will be another 3000-word chapter tonight. Please support me with some recommendation votes on Monday, thank you to all my fellow daoists.]

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