"Faster, faster... Long
Chen swung his legs like two wheels, his thunder and fire wings spreading wide. His speed was pushed to the limit, and even the space ahead was twisted by his collision.
Yet even so, Long Chen still felt the speed was slow. He knew this almost certain move had been ruined.
The power would spiral out of control and be unleashed indiscriminately, regardless of friend or foe. He now felt some regret; if the Dragonbone Evil Moon hadn't fallen into slumber, perhaps this wouldn't have happened.
But in this world, there aren't so many possibilities. Long Chen fled desperately, desperately trying to get far from that altar.
...
"How strange, it's been so long. Why hasn't Brother Long Chen shown up yet? Could it be ...?"
At the heart of the Wind Domain battlefield, a towering mountain stood with sheer cliffs thousands of feet high, reaching straight into the clouds. At the summit stood a natural high platform.
On the high platform, more than a dozen figures sat cross-legged, both men and women, forming hand seals with solemn expressions, yet showing not the slightest trace of life fluctuation.
The leader was handsome and heroic. Although he had been dead for countless years, when people saw him, they were deeply moved by his bearing and couldn't help but kneel in worship.
This person's body radiated divine radiance, enduring through the ages. This was the unique aura of the Wind God. He was none other than Feng Shen's disciple—Feng Wuji.
It was he who used his own and all his companions' lives to unleash the Eight Gates curse, sealing the endless Silver-winged Demon within the Wind Domain battlefield, turning them into living dead, unable to leave this place forever or wreak havoc on the human world.
After entering the core area, Tang Wan'er and the others began a large-scale search, but they found that the Silver-winged Demons they encountered here were not as numerous as they had imagined, nor as strong as they had imagined.
The strongest Silver-winged Heavenly Demon they encountered was only a Nine Vein Emperor, a small team that could handle it easily without encountering any so-called danger.
After entering the core area, they didn't rush forward to wait for Long Chen, but instead began searching for treasures on a large scale.
The area of their search was vast, and almost everyone had great fortune. Some obtained bone books containing ancient secret techniques.
Someone obtained a divine weapon. Although the weapon had decayed, its spirit was still alive, surviving by absorbing the essence blood of the Silver-winged Demon until today.
If you can find a suitable weapon to pass through, it will be reborn. Most importantly, the artifact spirit has memories and can fully recount what happened back then.
Some people obtained pills from the Chaos Era, but since they didn't recognize them, they dared not take them recklessly, and eventually they would still hand them over to the Wind God Sea Pavilion.
They had collected countless demon essence blood and crystal cores. It could be said that they had gained the most abundant harvest since the Wind Domain battlefield opened.
Their ultimate goal was Feng Wuji and the others. They were to perform a ritual of worship, an extremely sacred and solemn ritual, and naturally Long Chen was indispensable.
However, upon entering the core area, they slowed their pace to wait for Long Chen. Now that they had reached the Divine Path Land, Long Chen still hadn't appeared, which made everyone feel uneasy.
"Don't talk nonsense. Brother Long Chen's divine skills are unparalleled. What kind of monster could hold him back? If you ask me, he must have discovered some extraordinary opportunity, which is why he wasted time." A divine attendant said.
Everyone thought about it and agreed. These monsters couldn't even threaten them, so how could they possibly threaten Long Chen's safety?
"Wan'er..."
Xiaoyue and the others couldn't help but look at Tang Wan'er, wondering whether to continue waiting for Long Chen or to pay respects first.
"Forget it, let's not wait for this guy for now. He's not even part of our Wind God lineage. We can just worship him ourselves.
Remember, form the Wind Divine Seal, practice the Wind Divine Technique, keep hope in your heart, be solemn, and never disrespect your predecessor." Tang Wan'er said solemnly.
These people are the heroes of the Wind God Sea Pavilion, and even more so, heroes of the entire human race. Without their desperate protection, who knows what the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths would have become.
Tang Wan'er arranged all the offerings. The Hidden Dragon warriors formed hand seals and slowly knelt down, their eyes solemn.
After making all the preparations, Tang Wan'er took out the sacrificial text. Every generation of disciples entering the Wind Domain battlefield would bring it with her, but after all these years, it was the first time someone had brought the sacrificial text here.
This sacrificial text is a special item, enshrined for countless years in the Wind God Sea Pavilion, containing the gratitude of all the Wind God lineage experts.
Tang Wan'er recited devoutly: "Grateful for the unparalleled kindness of our predecessors, I will never forget it through the ages. Cherish the lofty ambitions of our predecessors, and forever remember them...
"Rumble rumble...
As Tang Wan'er recited the eulogy, the world suddenly changed color, the earth trembled, and the aura of the entire Wind Domain battlefield shifted.
"The ancestors have manifested. They heard our voices..." someone shouted excitedly, tears streaming down their faces.
Tang Wan'er was also somewhat excited. Reciting the eulogy, she sensed a trace of Feng Wuji's soul fluctuation—it seemed he really heard it.
Tang Wan'er's voice trembled as she continued to recite loudly: "The great kindness of our predecessors is like the rising sun and blazing sun...
"Rumble rumble rumble...
Yet as Tang Wan'er recited, the heavens and earth trembled incessantly, growing more violently so intense that some people could barely stand.
"Buzz."
Suddenly, the motionless Feng Wuji opened his eyes, and the other powerful figures also slowly opened their eyes.
At that moment, Tang Wan'er and the others nearly cried out in shock—the spirits of these seniors had actually been awakened by them.
Although Feng Wuji and the others opened their eyes, their gazes were extremely empty and unfocused, as if they couldn't see them at all.
Tang Wan'er hurriedly continued reciting the eulogy. As she recited, the tremors in heaven and earth grew more intense, and the very world was shaking.
Feng Wuji's eyes gradually focused as he saw everyone. However, when he saw Tang Wan'er, a look of shock first appeared on his face, then a smile appeared on his face.
"No need to study, we're back."
Feng Wuji spoke, his voice deep and gentle, like a neighbor's older brother. Hearing his voice seemed to dispel all fear and unease in one's heart.
"Senior..."
Tang Wan'er was overwhelmed with emotion, joining everyone in kneeling and bowing. But just as she moved, Feng Wuji slowly waved his large hand, and a gentle force stopped her from kneeling.
"It's really great that you showed up." Feng Wuji looked at Tang Wan'er, a trace of sigh and comfort on his face.
Tang Wan'er didn't know how to respond for a moment. Feng Wuji looked at her as if he had known her for a long time.
"Rumble ..."
At that moment, a deafening explosion shook the heavens. The violent force directly tossed Tang Wan'er and the others off the ground into the air.
"This ..."
Tang Wan'er and the others were stunned. Even though Feng Wuji and the others were already awake, why was the world still trembling?
"Do you have another companion?" Feng Wuji looked back.
"Yes, there's one more."
Hearing this, Tang Wan'er's heart raced wildly; she immediately thought of Long Chen.
"Go!"
Feng Wuji waved his hand, and everyone vanished from the spot.