"Roar!"
From Bian Teng's hand, a bloody dragon scale unleashed a ten-thousand-zhang dragon shadow. As if its scales had been torn off, it was bloodied all over as it surged into the central void of Burial Dragon Island. It slowly coiled, and wisps of blood qi descended like a hazy fog. As the blood qi fell, the previously terrifying, surging waves instantly calmed. Within a short time, hundreds of warships had sunk, clearing a large area on the sea. However, other warships soon arrived to dock.
"Amitabha!"
With a Buddhist chant, a giant gourd sailed into view on the distant sea, radiating strands of golden light. On the side of the gourd closest to the sea, a string of massive prayer beads was coiled. Six monks in kasayas sat cross-legged on the gourd. One of them was Guang Ji, who had personally witnessed the deaths of Long Qian Ning and Guan Qiu.
And in the center, meditating, was a monk with white eyebrows. He was Guang Ji's senior disciple brother, the abbot of Vajra Temple—Guang Qing!
Guang Qing held a staff adorned with a bloody dragon scale. Instantly, the hazy blood qi on Burial Dragon Island grew denser, as if lightning were streaking through the void.
"Roar!"
With a dragon's roar, a blood-colored dragon shadow emerged from Guang Qing's staff and settled in the void above Burial Dragon Island. Immediately, layers of blood-red surged out along the shores of Burial Dragon Island, but they were completely erased by the terrifying power of the Boundary Sea within a few miles of the water's surface.
"Dean Zhang!"
"Sect Master Xuan!"
Guang Qing descended from the gourd, holding his staff, and approached Bian Teng and Dean Zhang. He bowed slightly and said with a grave expression, "The Burial Dragon Island incident has far exceeded our expectations. Even beings from the Human Realm and the Blazing Flame Realm have been drawn here. This old monk predicts that powerful giants from those two realms will also descend!"
"The abbot speaks truly. This old man has already contacted Master Lao. The development of this matter is beyond our ability to suppress. Perhaps if Master Lao comes, he can offer some assistance!" Dean Zhang cupped his hands slightly.
"If Master Lao comes, coupled with Emperor Nan Tian, Nan Tian Xun, our Nine Realms' face can be maintained!" Bian Teng offered a slight smile, but his expression held a hint of melancholy. Once, his Xuan Sect lineage could contend with the Nan Tian Immortal Dynasty. Alas, the Nan Tian Immortal Dynasty remained the same, but Xuan Sect was no longer the Xuan Sect of yesteryear.
...
On a sea surface in the southern part of the Nan Tian Immortal Dynasty, there were about a hundred beings clad in red attire. Their clothes were embroidered with patterns resembling blazing flames. They stood on a large red warship, the bow of which was burning with intense flames. Along the way, the Nan Tian Immortal Dynasty's navy offered no interception, allowing them to sail freely on the sea.
"This Burial Dragon Immortal Emperor's secret treasure, after passing through countless ages, has been excavated by numerous powerful forces no less than thirty thousand times. Many ancient legacies have been plundered. All for that ephemeral Emperor's corpse, they have traveled ten thousand miles to this Nine Realms. What is the Cult Master thinking?" a woman, her lips as red as if painted with fire, stood at the bow, watching the flickering flames, and murmured to herself.
Behind the woman stood many beings, bowing respectfully. They implicitly acknowledged the woman at the forefront of the flames as their leader.
"Saintess, whatever the Cult Master decides, we, as disciples of the Six Flames Cult, should obey the Cult Master's decree and perfectly complete the mission set by the Cult Master!" a young man said, holding a brazier in his right hand. The flames burning within were exactly the same as the raging flames at the bow, causing the void to tremble slightly.
Beside the young man stood another figure with a slight smile on his face, stroking his beard with one hand and holding a cane with the other. He looked approvingly at the man who had just spoken and nodded, indicating a degree of affirmation for his words.
At this moment, a middle-aged man walked onto the deck. He was burly, with a golden cross carried on his back. As he approached, all the disciples bowed in unison. The elder holding the brazier and the old man stroking his beard quickly turned and bowed slightly to the middle-aged man, saying, "Sixth Flame Cult's Tenth Fire Seed, He Yu, greets the Arbiter!"
"Saintess Guardian Huan Bu, greets the Arbiter!"
"Lan Xin, the Burial Dragon Immortal Emperor was a powerful Immortal Emperor of the previous era. Even though he was killed by his enemies, the Burial Dragon Immortal Emperor's corpse was not damaged. This was personally verified by our Six Flames Cult's founder—Immortal Emperor Lie Yan—before he embarked on the Ancient Star Path, when he went to Burial Dragon Island," the middle-aged man carrying the cross said.
"Zi Lan Xin greets the Arbiter!" Zi Lan Xin turned slightly and bowed to the middle-aged man. But before she could fully bend down, the middle-aged man stopped her. "I, Di Xin Yuan, am an Arbiter of the Six Flames Cult, and you, Saintess, are of equal rank within the cult. You do not need to bow like others!"
"Arbiter, I have heard within the cult that the Azure Sun Sect will also interfere in this Burial Dragon Immortal Emperor's secret treasure," He Yu said, his face looking somewhat nervous, as he slowly spoke.
"The Emperor's corpse of the Burial Dragon Immortal Emperor is of such importance. It is only natural that the Azure Sun Sect would interfere. In my opinion, forces from the Human Realm are also likely to come to Burial Dragon Island! After all, they hold the Dragon Head Key!"
Di Xin Yuan paused slightly, then clasped his hands behind his back and stood at the bow, gazing at the surging boundary sea in the distance.
Huan Bu, the Saintess Guardian holding the cane, frowned upon hearing this. He looked at Di Xin Yuan and said, "Our Six Flames Cult and the Azure Sun Sect are ancient enemies. Arbiter, in my view, this is an excellent opportunity to suppress the Azure Sun Sect!"
The cross on Di Xin Yuan's back flashed with a scarlet divine glow. Di Xin Yuan looked at the distant boundary sea and smiled slightly.
He Yu's eyes sparkled with excitement as he touched his brazier. Zi Lan Xin placed her hands on the flames at the bow and glanced at Di Xin Yuan, saying, "Activate the spatial traversal!"
Boom!
The flames at the bow surged outwards, and a void channel condensed. After the red warship entered the channel, it instantly vanished from the sea area. A Divine Grade Immortal Treasure. This was a Divine Grade Immortal Treasure that only Immortal Lord powerhouses could control.
In the hierarchy of Immortal Treasures, ordinary and peerless Immortal Treasures provided only the function of isolating the curse of the boundary sea. Only at the Divine Grade Immortal Treasure level did warships possess the ability for brief spatial traversal, as well as the ability to gather the immortal qi of living beings and perform long-range bombardments like trebuchets!
The brief spatial traversal of a Divine Grade Immortal Treasure could not be used frequently. If used repeatedly, the ability of the Divine Grade Immortal Treasure to resist the boundary sea would weaken, potentially causing it to shatter and leading to the loss of the ship and crew!
Half an hour later, the red warship appeared on the southern sea of the Xuan Sect and slowly sailed in the direction of Burial Dragon Island.