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Chapter 139: Chapter 102: Primordial Continent - Luofu Sword Sect (Please Subscribe)_2

The Qingkong, serving as an escort ship, was over a hundred meters in length and had ample storage space, so Song Chao naturally brought along a number of unmanned drones and combat robots.

However, this still wasn't enough. In Song Lin's room on the second floor of the base, Song Chi, Song Lin, and Song You were all present.

"Fourth brother, why do you need so many drones? You're not thinking of trying your luck at the outer periphery of the Fragment Belt, are you? I must warn you, with the environment of this 0155 Star Region, no number of drones will be enough to skim the water's surface!"

In the face of his second brother Song Lin's well-meaning advice, Song Chi nodded gently but did not change his request. In the end, Song Lin and Song You each took out two drones. Unlike Song Chao, they had limited liquid assets, so it was standard practice to prepare two drones.

After taking the four large yellow hornet drones, Song Chi now had 16 in total, which he figured was roughly enough. He thanked the two and, before leaving, also asked Song You to take over his shift tomorrow. Only then did he turn and leave.

The reason he asked Song You to take his shift was that according to his calculations, it was time for a new round of Ruins Market trades to open, and he planned to initiate the second round of Ruins Market trades after his promotion to First Rank tonight.

After all, every time a trade opened, as long as his luck wasn't terribly bad, he would typically reap over a hundred thousand strands of Zero Rank Floating Land Origin. Song Chi was not willing to delay even for a moment.

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The unknown star region of the Shattered Starry Sea.

A Starry Sea Floating Land so vast that it required light-years to measure stretched across the pitch-black cosmos.

Enveloped by the terrifying Floating Land gales in the sky, this high-level Starry Sea Floating Land was isolated from the outer space, presenting unimaginable dangers to anyone trying to enter from space or leave from the Floating Land.

In the Primordial Continent, Eastern Divine Land.

(PS: This is a skin, and has no relation to the primordial era or Journey to the West from our mythological stories.)

The Divine Land was vast and boundless, with an unknown billions of li in territory.

The trend of Immortal Cultivation was prevalent in the Divine Land, where the customs were liberal, and legends of immortals widely circulated.

In the Eastern Divine Land, Luofu Realm.

As the home of the Luofu Sword Sect, a major Immortal Cultivation sect in the Eastern Divine Land, the Luofu Realm has always been one of the top ten domains in the Eastern Divine Land.

However, today the Luofu Realm departed from its usual peace and harmony. Blood rained from the heavens, and slaughter filled the sky.

In the depths of the firmament, beyond the outer void.

A figure soared on his sword, roaring.

"Pure Yang Zi, your Pure Yang Sword Sect truly goes too far."

No sooner were the words spoken than a kilometer-long sword light cleaved forth. Under this fearsome sword light, it seemed as though the outer void itself was split open and space was twisting.

Confronting this sword light, the person opposite was equally unyielding. With a flutter of his green shirt, his finger transformed into a sword and, with a fierce thrust upward, aimed directly at the kilometer-long sword light coming toward him.

"Pure Yang Sword, go!"

Hum hum hum!

The silver-white rapier trembled violently, intense Pure Yang Sword Energy surged around the blade, and finally transformed into a similarly kilometer-long giant sword phantom that rushed forward.

Whoosh!

Two terrifying sword shadows collided in the void, and the strong mana spread outwards. Intertwined within were strands of extremely sharp Sword Intent.

Below the battle zone, the elders of the Luofu Sword Sect and Pure Yang Sword Sect fought fiercely. The Spirit Transformation-level mana fluctuations made the Nascent Soul True Monarchs suffer greatly. Some of the elders, who were unfortunate to have strands of Sword Intent enter their bodies after barely advancing from the Golden Core Peak, perished and vanished from this path.

A thousand li away from the mountain gate of the Luofu Sword Sect, Zhou Ping was desperately flying his Flying Artifact, blood leaking from the corners of his mouth and his Vestment robe already in tatters.

While taking out several Elixirs from his Storage Bag to restore his mana, he looked back over his shoulder.

The next second his face turned pale, a bitter taste emerging in his eyes.

Behind him, nearly ten figures were in hot pursuit, and he could even see the ferocity and mockery on their faces.

As an ordinary outer disciple of the Luofu Sword Sect, Zhou Ping had been cultivating for seventy years and just barely reached the eighth level of Qi Cultivation; his future was doomed without any hope of achieving Foundation Establishment.

He had originally hoped to peacefully live out the last few decades of his life, but fate had other plans. The domineering elder of the Luofu Sword Sect had recently passed away in meditation, leaving behind only one True God Transforming Master as the sect leader, which then invited the scrutiny of hostile forces.

Under the joint assault of two True God Transforming Masters from the Pure Yang Sword Sect, the Luofu Sword Sect was in grave danger, and a thick cloud of gloom seemed to loom over all its disciples, obscuring any hopes for the future.

Forcefully dispelling these thoughts of grief and indignation from his mind, Zhou Ping looked down at the high-level storage bag clutched in his hand and a resolute expression appeared on his face.

If he could survive today, with this storage bag, he believed he still had a chance to strive for Foundation Establishment. And if he could become a Foundation Establishment cultivator, his lifespan would double once more, reaching two hundred and forty years.

Reflecting on this, he drove the remaining mana in his body to the limit, further increasing the speed of his flying artifact.

However, he soon realized that not only had he failed to widen the gap with the pursuing cultivators behind him, but he was also about to be caught by them.

In desperation, Zhou Ping felt a surge of despair. Among the disciples of the Pure Yang Sword Sect chasing him, three had reached the ninth level of Qi Cultivation, and the quality of their flying artifacts surpassed the escaping disk he had refined, making it difficult to shake them off.

In his despair, Zhou Ping's eyes suddenly widened as he looked down into the dense forest below, where to his shock, there was a portal emitting spatial fluctuations, seemingly leading to an unknown place.

In normal times, he certainly wouldn't have given it much thought—at least not without reporting it to his sect—but his current predicament didn't allow him the luxury of choice.

Controlling the mana in his body, he turned the escaping disk beneath his feet and rapidly descended toward the portal.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

Spell attacks continued to rain down from behind him, but he defended against them with a magic artifact, and once he was close to the spatial gate, Zhou Ping didn't hesitate to rush through it.

The scenery before his eyes shifted abruptly; when Zhou Ping saw the bustling marketplace and the variously shaped creatures in front of him, he was stunned and bewildered. Find adventures on m_v l|-NovelBin.net

But without time to ponder, the spatial fluctuations from behind hurriedly snapped him back to reality, and without a second thought, he sprinted forward.

Passing through the market gate, he quickly glanced at the rules displayed on the light screen, and then realization dawned in his eyes.

"Zhu Tian Ruins Market, Shattered Starry Sea, Starry Sea Races, market transactions..."

A string of keywords flashed through his mind, and immediately afterward, he stepped through the market gate.

Behind him, eight disciples from the Pure Yang Sword Sect closely followed, also teleporting into the Ruins Market Secret Realm.

Like Zhou Ping, they experienced a moment of disorientation upon arriving at the market entrance. After reading the rules on the light screen, their reactions were nearly identical to Zhou Ping's.

Although the Primordial Continent was vast, the terrifying celestial winds above largely restricted the connection between the Floating Land and the outer starry sky. The sudden appearance of many alien races from beyond the sky naturally sparked their curiosity.

However, pleasant surprises aside, the group did not forget their mission. Mana surged in their hands, and each of them had a magic artifact floating around them.

With this preparation, they stepped through the market gate one after another.

"Zhou Ping, don't think you're safe hiding in this Zhu Tian Ruins Market. Hand over the storage bag from Elder Tianhe!"

Right after shouting these words, the Pure Yang Sword Sect disciples sensed trouble.

They saw the hundreds of alien creatures before them, all staring at them with an odd gaze. Though the faces of different races varied, they could still sense an air of schadenfreude and mockery from these looks.

For a moment, they recalled the ordinances listed on the rule light screen they'd seen at the entrance—prohibiting conflicts and fights. As disciples of the Pure Yang Sword Sect, they hadn't taken these rules seriously before, but now, it seemed they had been too confident.

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