Chapter 143: The Great Sun Heavenly Heart Talisman

As searing pain erupted from the wound on his right arm, Wen Tingyu finally realized what was happening and gasped sharply. The golden light flickered unsteadily with his trembling.

“How could it be so fast… Is this the suppressive power of a Blight-level monster?” His heart sank, but after a moment’s reflection, he found it reasonable. After all, a Blight from the Four Calamities corresponds to the cultivation level of the fifth stage of the Observing Wave, and its threat level automatically elevates by one rank, effectively equating it to the sixth.

Rule One: Everyone entering the Divine Relic Realm possesses their full strength on the first day. Upon the time limit’s expiration, their cultivation is sealed. Thereafter, whenever one-fifth of the group perishes, a layer of the seal is lifted; when only one-fifth remain, all seals are removed.

“The energy shield is down to 17%. Armor at the strike point is damaged by 17%. The starship’s overall structure remains intact, but the power distribution bay has slight damage from the shock. Maintenance drones have been dispatched for repairs!” the adjutant promptly reported.

The sect master of Qinyu Gate urgently summoned numerous elders and grand elders to convene a council, deliberating on a countermeasure.

“That’s enough,” Feng Ji pulled Yun Bing away. As the two left, their divine senses lingered within the hall, eavesdropping on Tian Gua’s conversation.

Before long, Liu Shiba and his group of seven approached the cave entrance where Wang Dabiao and two others hid. Even from afar, Lao Hei perked up his ears, vigilantly watching their direction.

In the Amazon jungle, countless glowing objects flickered, causing astonishment among the tourists on the outskirts.

Even Yu Xiaotian nodded in agreement but was too embarrassed to point it out. Yun Longzi was a rare prodigy in the art of creation; at only eighteen or nineteen and with the cultivation of a twenty-ninth-level spirit practitioner, he had already forged a divine technique—the Wind-Chasing Divine Leg—that even Emperor Ling Tian admired.

The Cangliu Star was the first star he arrived at after leaving Pangu. The Ji family resided there, and a pathway—opened by his Kunlun Mirror—connected directly to the Pangu Realm.

Hong Yunxie stretched out his hand, releasing a fiery red giant palm that blotted out the sky, aiming to seize Xu Ruogu and his companion.

To avoid mishaps in the mission, Yang Wei decided to visit the East Sea Vocational Technical College that afternoon, planning to look for the same group of rebellious youths he had met earlier.

After a brief moment, Asuran circled around and returned; the Shadow Dragon King and the Phantom Night Lord still clung to him relentlessly, while the thunder tribulation was nearing its end.

Mysterious patterns appeared on the altar, divine light flowing along the lines, converging at the center. Ultimately, all the divine radiance surged into Liu Yibai’s body.

“But if it really is true, then what about you, sir…” Xue Ying grew anxious. That man might be his sworn brother, and he did not want to see him fall into danger, fully aware of the dreadfulness of their master.

Unexpectedly, after a century passed, Ning Chen was not buried by history but instead rose to become the unrivaled overlord renowned throughout the universe.

“Wait, I agreed to your request!” Though the Peach Tree Spirit possessed great cultivation, he lacked combat prowess and had no choice but to comply against such a ruthless figure.

As for why he was present, it was because his parents were with his sister; naturally, he had to return and see them. He also removed his headband, letting his hair fall loosely over his shoulders, softening his handsome face considerably.

When leaving the ancient battlefield, the Netherworld space had already collapsed; the Giant Spirit Demon perished, and its true form was taken away, causing the domain’s space to cease existing.

If there was any particular attitude toward him at that time, the Confucian and Buddhist sects likely paid no attention to him at all, let alone changing their stance.

The Qingyun Sect disciples surrounding Qin Wuyan, who were exerting their energy to suppress the poison, flushed with embarrassment and anger upon hearing his brazen words, angrily rebuking him.

Suddenly, Ying Yue felt dizzy; her vision darkened briefly, nearly causing her to fall. She quickly steadied herself by placing her hands on the ground and shook her head to regain clarity.