Chapter 452

Chapter 452: Tell Me, What Is Your Desire…
Cold, ghostly wind howled.

In an instant, the vast world fell into darkness.

Bursts of ghostly wails suddenly tore through the sky.

Everyone looked around in confusion, faces tense and wary.

As the one who had started all of this, Ancestor Sui Bian felt like his heart was about to jump out of his throat.

The next moment, his vision went black, and his consciousness fell into endless darkness.

He did not know how long had passed before a faint, blurry voice sounded by his ear.

“Tell me, what is your desire…”

“Desire?” Ancestor Sui Bian smacked his lips and said, “Then I have way too many. First, I want to become a Mahayana Cultivator. Second, I want to make the Five Elements Dao Sect the strongest sect in the Three Thousand Worlds. Third, I want my beloved confidantes…”

“You may only say one.”

“Just one? One is way too little. Aren’t you letting me make a wish? Why are you so stingy?”

Ancestor Sui Bian was quite unhappy.

The voice did not answer again for a long time.

Ancestor Sui Bian curled his lip and said, “Fine, then give me some time to think. Only one, it’s really too hard to choose.”

At the same time.

Yu Zhao was facing the same situation.

“Desire?”

She thought of that tempting aura and the dark current flowing on the stamens of the Bone Flower, and a faint guess rose in her heart.

Instead of answering, she asked, “As long as I say it, you can help me get it?”

The voice grew a bit more alluring.

“Yes. Whatever you want, I can satisfy you.”

“I want to go home.”

“Go… home?”

The owner of the voice had clearly not expected this answer and was momentarily at a loss for words.

“Yes, go home. Please send me back to the Cultivation World.”

Yu Zhao had Tu Xiao’s Storage Bracelet tucked in her arms. As long as she studied with a calm heart, she believed she would understand the mysteries of spatial Formation Array Arts sooner or later.

By then, she would not need the help of other cultivators. She would be able to restore the Teleportation Channel between the Cultivation World and the Qi Lan Realm herself.

“Besides going home, do you not have any other desires? Power? Beauty? Or money?”

Yu Zhao shook her head.

Nothing falls from the sky for free.

She could get all of those through her own effort.

Going back to the Cultivation World was what she wanted most urgently.

The other party seemed not to believe that Yu Zhao truly wanted nothing else. It turned into a wisp of smoke and drilled into Yu Zhao’s Sea of Consciousness.

Yu Zhao forced herself to endure the discomfort and calmly accepted its probing.

“No Dao of Emotions… so it is the Ruthless Dao…”

After a quiet sigh, that uncomfortable feeling of being spied on suddenly disappeared, and then countless jumbled images poured into Yu Zhao’s Sea of Consciousness.

Then Yu Zhao saw two young women whose faces she could not make out, fighting fiercely beneath the dome of the sky.

Every move of their hands and feet stirred mountain winds and sea waves, shaking the starry sea.

Even though Yu Zhao was not really there, she could feel the terrifying, unmatched power on them just from the images.

She had thought the legends of Godsfall Land were exaggerated, but what she saw today made her realize she was the frog at the bottom of the well.

The battle lasted for ten days and nights. Mountains were leveled, rivers changed course, and the planet they were on had become a ruin.

Just as the planet was about to collapse under their power, an illusory palm print descended from the sky and wrapped both of them inside.

From Yu Zhao’s point of view, the palm print covered the sky, almost as large as the planet itself. She could even clearly see the lines on the palm.

As the palm print fell, the surrounding space was rapidly compressed and collapsed, turning into countless space fragments. A huge Black Hole swallowed everything, and the entire planet split apart.

The two young women had already stopped fighting.

As the palm drew near, one of them, the young woman in armor, suddenly opened her cloak and pulled the other young woman into her arms.

Right after that, Yu Zhao’s consciousness was pushed out and all the images vanished.

Her body shook. She snapped her eyes open, and a blood red scene rushed into her sight.

Yu Zhao touched the corner of her eye.

Her vision seemed to have changed again.

Before, she could also see in the dark, but she could only catch the faint outlines of things.

But now, her eyes were full of bright, colorful light.

Every person looked almost transparent in her eyes.

She could clearly see the paths Spirit Power took through their meridians, the Nascent Soul sitting cross-legged in their dantian, and the Spirit Power fluctuations flowing around them.

It was no exaggeration to say that from the moment they wanted to attack, Yu Zhao could accurately predict all their moves. Not a single ripple of Spirit Power could escape her eyes.

Realizing this, Yu Zhao’s breath stopped for a moment.

She knew very well what this meant.

In a battle where their Spirit Power was equal, she would almost never lose.

[Who exactly were those two? And why would they give me this special power? Is it a reward, or do they have some other plan…]

Yu Zhao’s heart suddenly sank.

She had only cared about herself and actually forgotten about her Ancestor.

With her enhanced eyesight, she found Ancestor Sui Bian’s figure at a glance in the darkness.

Then the corner of her eye twitched hard.

Ancestor Sui Bian was leaning against a pile of white bones, hugging a skull and sleeping soundly. There was even a suspicious shine at the corner of his mouth, and he looked completely at ease.

He did not match the surroundings at all.

But Yu Zhao could finally relax.

She looked around again. Many people had dark faces and had died suddenly. Some were still trapped in their desires, struggling painfully. Some looked peaceful, as if they were sleeping sweetly.

She focused on the people she knew.

The result did not surprise her.

Whether it was the Wind, Fire, Water, and Earth clans or the Nan Gong great clans, their people were all fine. At most, their auras were a little weak, but they had clearly passed the hardest trial.

Yu Zhao’s eyes grew slightly darker. Just as she took a step forward, a dense cracking sound rang in her ears.

Crack, crack, crack-

She quickly looked down.

The ground under her feet suddenly split into a huge crack that kept spreading outward. Thin threads of black wind were pouring out from the crack.

There happened to be a cultivator next to the crack. When the black wind blew past, half his body instantly melted away.

Yu Zhao’s pupils shrank.

“It is Gang Wind.”

She gave up her earlier plan and flew crazily toward Ancestor Sui Bian.

As she moved, more and more cracks appeared in the ground. The shaking grew stronger, and all the cultivators who were still sleeping were forced awake.

But before they could figure out what was happening, their souls were destroyed by the ruthless Gang Wind.

The other cultivators who had barely escaped were scared out of their wits and ran away in panic.

Ancestor Sui Bian also woke up.

He woke up unwillingly.

Because there was no “whatever” option for him to pick, he had not made his choice yet.

But as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the fear on Yu Zhao’s face.

He jumped in fright and was just about to ask when he sensed a dangerous aura rushing toward him.

He immediately used Blink Step to escape and appeared by Yu Zhao’s side.

However, just as he was about to land, a Space Rift silently opened under his feet.

At the same time, another Gang Wind blew overhead.

“Ancestor!”