Gou in the world of comprehension

Chapter 1625 is simply courting death.
In the early hours of the morning, all was so quiet it was almost suffocating.

The night was like a thick brocade soaked in ink, tightly wrapping the earth, while daylight lingered on the distant horizon, reluctant to lift its curtain.

Only a thick, impenetrable fog, like a ghost, permeated every corner of the Su family's old house.

The old Su family house lies quietly in the depths of the thick fog, as if it is still in a dreamless slumber, even the roof tiles on the eaves seem to be frozen in death.

Su Fan walked out of the courtyard silently, and the next second his figure disappeared into the thick fog like smoke, leaving no trace, as if he had never appeared.

He stepped into the void, his eyes narrowed, and he activated "Void Lightning Escape".

When Su Fan reappeared, he was already standing in front of the mountain gate of the "Demon Sun Divine Palace".

The towering mountain gate in the distance was shrouded in thick fog, and the surroundings were eerily quiet, with only the wind blowing through the cracks in the gate, making a faint yet mournful sound.

Su Fan's expression remained unchanged as he strode towards the mountain gate.

The disciples on duty at the mountain gate, though vigilant, were completely unaware that a figure had silently passed through the gate.

Stepping into the teleportation hall deep within the mountain gate, a heavy, oppressive feeling instantly hits you, like a huge rock pressing down on your chest, making it hard to breathe.

At this moment, hundreds of powerful figures from various sects at the Integration Realm gathered here. There was not a sound in the hall, and everyone stood solemnly with their eyes lowered.

The solemnity on their faces was like an unyielding dark cloud, and they even breathed very softly.

"Senior Brother Su Fan... Senior Brother Su Fan is here..."

Finally, a voice broke the silence, filled with uncontrollable ecstasy.

Upon hearing this shout, the suffocating sense of oppression that had been hanging over the crowd vanished instantly, like dark clouds dispersed by a strong wind.

A glimmer of light ignited in everyone's eyes, as if they had been given a shot of adrenaline, and they were filled with excitement.

"Greetings, Senior Brother Su Fan..."

"Greetings, Senior Brother Su Fan..."

Greetings rang out one after another, and everyone spontaneously bowed to him with utmost respect, their eyes filled with awe and reliance.

Peng Shidao, who was standing with several elders of the sect discussing the plan, turned around abruptly upon hearing the sound, his eyes flashing with ecstasy.

He quickly left the elders beside him, strode forward, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and spoke with barely concealed excitement.

"Junior brother...you've come..."

Old Peng's voice carried a barely perceptible sob, and the solemnity on his face had largely dissipated, replaced by an indescribable sense of relief.

He really didn't expect Su Fan to actually come.

Su Fan nodded expressionlessly, his calm demeanor completely unwavering, and spoke only softly.

"When do we leave...?"

"Junior brother...we've been waiting for you..."

Peng Shidao took a deep breath, suppressing his excitement, and his tone became serious again.

"Where are we going..."

"All sects of the Zhengyuan Heavenly Demon Sect will gather at the 'Blood Hidden Demon Sect,' and then take the inter-domain teleportation array there to 'Xuan Guang Tian'..."

Peng Shidao's voice was very low, carrying a hint of barely perceptible urgency.

"Zhengyuan Heaven has two inter-domain teleportation arrays, belonging to the immortal and demonic paths respectively. The demonic one is usually closed and only opened in emergencies like this..."

After finishing his speech, Peng Shidao turned around, waved his hand fiercely at everyone in the hall, and spoke in a loud voice, which carried an undeniable determination.

"Let's go..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he strode over to an elder who was guarding the mountain gate, pulled him aside, and whispered something in his ear that only the two of them could hear.

"After we leave, arrange for the junior brothers in the Nascent Soul stage within the sect to go to the Su family's old residence and guard it day and night, never leaving its side..."

The elder was taken aback at first, clearly not expecting him to specifically instruct on this matter, but then he realized what was going on, a look of seriousness flashed in his eyes, and he nodded heavily.

"Don't worry, senior brother, I'll arrange it right away..."

Peng Shidao, still somewhat uneasy, continued, "If the demons attack, even if the gates of the Demon Sun Divine Palace are breached, you must defend the Su family's old residence at all costs and protect the people inside. Remember that..."

Su Fan followed his fellow disciples into the teleportation hall, where he stood on the teleportation array alongside over a hundred Nascent Soul Realm experts.

As a blinding white light suddenly shone, everyone's figures vanished from the teleportation array, leaving only an empty hall.

When Su Fan opened his eyes again, the first thing he smelled was a rich aura of demonic energy mixed with spiritual power.

Before them stood a hall even more magnificent than the teleportation hall of the Demon Sun Divine Palace. Its roof soared into the clouds, and its beams and pillars were thick, yet it exuded a cold and murderous aura.

He looked around and saw that the vast hall was filled with Nascent Soul Realm cultivators from various sects of the Zheng Yuan Heavenly Demon Sect, densely packed together, almost filling the entire hall.

Even with so many people gathered, the hall remained completely silent, even breathing became extremely soft, and an oppressive atmosphere permeated the surroundings, even more so than that of the Demon Sun Divine Palace.

It was a suffocating feeling, like the impending storm, pressing down on one's chest and making one's very soul tense.

Blinding light flashed intermittently in the hall as wave after wave of Nascent Soul Realm experts emerged from the teleportation array, their faces as solemn as if covered in frost.

They didn't speak, or even look at each other; they simply lowered their heads and walked out of the hall in silence.

Su Fan followed the flow of people and slowly walked out of the teleportation hall.

As soon as I stepped out of the palace gate, I was stunned by the sight before me.

The plaza outside was already packed with people, so densely packed that the line stretched as far as the eye could see. They were all Nascent Soul Realm elders from various sects of the Zheng Yuan Heavenly Demon Sect.

They exuded an undeniable weariness and solemnity, their spiritual energy restrained to the extreme, yet one could still sense their immense power.

The shadow of war had long since loomed over the entire Jiaochen Realm, suffocating everyone.

The hearts of all cultivators in the entire realm felt heavy, as if a huge boulder was pressing down on them.

No one knew what the outcome of this great battle would be, and no one knew whether they would come back alive.

The square was deathly silent, filled with the despair and oppression of an impending great battle.

The vast square was filled with countless powerful figures from various sects of the Demonic Path, all at the Integration Realm, yet not a single person whispered or discussed the matter.

Everyone stood there silently, eyes lowered in solemn silence, as if gathering their last strength for the impending battle.

In the distance, a faint glimmer of dawn gradually appeared on the horizon, breaking the monopoly of darkness, but it brought no warmth; instead, it added to the desolation.

The night is about to pass and the day is about to arrive, but what awaits them is a catastrophe that will leave rivers of blood.

Then, the sun rose in the east, casting rays of light across the sky.

A blazing sun leaped from the horizon, its golden rays bathing everyone in the square in a soft, shimmering light. Yet, this warm light could not dispel the gloom and sullenness on their faces.

The light fell on the crowd, but it seemed particularly dazzling, as if mocking the impending catastrophe.

At this moment, the leaders of various groups who participated in the rescue of "Xuan Guangtian" gathered in a corner of the square, forming a circle and talking in hushed tones.

Everyone's face was solemn, and they would occasionally argue, but then quickly lower their voices.

Peng Shidao turned his head and looked at Su Fan, his eyes revealing a hint of inquiry.

Su Fan instantly understood his meaning, slowly shook his head, his eyes calm and without the slightest ripple.

His meaning was crystal clear: Laozi didn't want to take the lead; Peng Shidao would handle everything.

Having understood Su Fan's thoughts, Peng Shidao suppressed his anxiety and hurriedly went over to meet with the leaders of various sects of the Demonic Sect to continue discussing the details of the aid mission.

Su Fan turned around, found an inconspicuous corner, and stood quietly. His aura subsided again, as if he had become one with the surrounding environment.

His fellow disciples all knew his aloof and taciturn nature, so no one went forward to disturb him at this time.

After an unknown amount of time, the last wave of sect cultivators who came to the aid of "Xuan Guangtian" arrived at the square.

A faint light suddenly appeared beneath everyone's feet, and countless array patterns, as if coming to life, slowly emerged on the ground of the square, crisscrossing and exuding an obscure and eerie aura.

Su Fan frowned slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

He never expected that the Blood Shadow Demon Sect's inter-domain teleportation array would be built directly on this plaza.

The next second, the dense, obscure patterns on the plaza suddenly burst forth with a blinding white light, even more dazzling than the previous teleportation light, instantly enveloping the entire plaza and enveloping all the cultivators in its light.

A flash of light, and the plaza returned to deathly silence; the densely packed demonic cultivators had vanished.

Xuan Guangtian, Chunyang Dao Palace.

Su Fan shook his slightly dazed head, a mild dizziness rising in his mind.

Despite his incredibly powerful soul, far surpassing that of other cultivators of the same level, he still felt a slight discomfort after experiencing an ultra-long-distance inter-domain teleportation.

If Su Fan is like this, what about others?

The fellow disciples around him all looked extremely pale, and their faces were etched with exhaustion.

Su Fan composed himself and followed the others as they slowly walked out of the inter-domain teleportation array and entered the territory of the Pure Yang Dao Palace.

As soon as I stepped out of the main hall, I saw that the huge plaza outside was already filled with all kinds of enormous flying ships.

The square was bustling with activity, as airships slowly rose into the air, emitting a deep hum, before whistling away into the distance.

Flying boats continued to land from afar, their doors opening to reveal a large number of solemn-looking cultivators who rushed off to various destinations without a moment's rest.

Unlike the previous deathly silence, this place was incredibly noisy and bustling with people.

The Nascent Soul Realm cultivators who had rushed from all over to provide assistance stood in groups on the square, looking bewildered as they waited for the disciples of the Pure Yang Dao Palace to arrange and guide them.

Anxiety, chaos, and oppression filled the air, intertwining to make people feel even more irritable.

Despite the large number of disciples from the Chunyang Dao Palace bustling about the square, shouting and guiding the cultivators who came to their aid,
However, far more people arrived than they had expected, and chaos inevitably ensued, with crowds everywhere and anxious inquiries echoing throughout the area.

The cultivators from various sects of the Demonic Path in Zheng Yuan Tian stood in the square for a long time, enduring the surrounding noise and chaos.

Finally, a disciple of the Pure Yang Dao Palace at the Refinement Realm, covered in sweat and panting, jogged up to greet them, his face full of apology and exhaustion.

"My fellow disciples, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting. Please follow me..."

He wiped the sweat from his forehead and bowed respectfully to the crowd.

After saying that, he hurriedly turned around and led them toward a huge flying boat in the corner of the square.

Su Fan followed the crowd silently forward, and he could clearly hear the voice of the Pure Yang Dao Palace disciple.

"We just received news that the teleportation hall of Hongshan Immortal Sect has been destroyed by the demon race. Now, we can only trouble you all to travel there by flying boat..."

Upon hearing this, the faces of everyone in the group instantly darkened, and their expressions became increasingly grim.

The teleportation hall was a vital location for the sect, heavily guarded, yet it was destroyed by the demons. This shows that Xuan Guangtian's situation had deteriorated to an extreme degree and was almost out of control.

A sense of unease settled over everyone, and an ominous premonition began to spread.

The Crow Moon God, who was walking at the very front, frowned deeply, his face so gloomy it could drip water. He couldn't help but ask a question, his voice carrying a hint of suppressed anger and unease.

"Even the teleportation hall has been destroyed, could it be... that the Hongshan Immortal Sect has fallen...?"

The disciple from Chunyang Dao Palace instantly lost his apology, replaced by deep bitterness, and his face turned extremely ugly.

He gave a wry smile, slowly shook his head, and spoke in a heavy tone.

"The Hongshan Immortal Sect should not have fallen yet, but... before the demons launched their surprise attack, they sent out a large number of assassins who secretly infiltrated the Hongshan Immortal Sect's mountain gate and immortal city, destroying the teleportation hall..."

This is...

Upon hearing this, Su Fan couldn't help but curse inwardly.

The demons have been attacking the Jiaochen Realm for several days now, and all the planes in every star field have been mobilized and are on high alert.

However, the Hongshan Immortal Sect was still able to be taken advantage of by the demon assassins, who destroyed the teleportation hall. Such negligence was simply courting death.

But then he thought about it again and was secretly alarmed.

The demons had clearly planned this war meticulously and for a long time; their preparations for this war were far more thorough than those of the humans.

This battle will likely be far more difficult than anyone anticipated.

When Su Fan and the others boarded the airship, they found that it was already overcrowded, and the originally spacious cabins were now packed with people.

Even the passageways and corridors were crowded with cultivators who had come to provide assistance, and everyone could only sit cross-legged on the cold ground.

Although the first batch of cultivators to aid Xuan Guangtian were all Nascent Soul Realm experts from various sects, who were usually high and mighty and revered,

At this moment, everyone set aside their pride and had only one thought in their minds.

Get to Hongshan Immortal Sect as soon as possible, defeat the demons, and defend the Jiaochen Realm.

With a muffled hum, the flying boat slowly rose into the air, and the defensive array patterns around it instantly lit up, radiating a powerful spiritual energy.

Immediately afterwards, it accelerated faster and faster, hurtling towards the Hongshan Immortal Sect, tearing through the sky and leaving a faint trail.

Inside the airship, silence remained. Everyone closed their eyes to rest, awaiting the impending battle, a battle whose fate was uncertain.

(End of this chapter)