ninety thousand miles

Chapter 705 Jin Hai
"Is he dead? He's not breathing, what should we do? Pills, that's right, pills... but I can't feed him, what should I do?"

"He's not dead. I felt him move just now."

"Really? I didn't see anything, and there's no breath. Are you sure you're not mistaken?"

"..."

"He's not dead." Lying on the crab shell, Yao Shuang couldn't help but speak up as she listened to the discussion around her.

"You're not dead? That's good." Gong Er said, then asked, "Senior Sister Yao, how are you?"

"I won't die," Yao Shuang said, spitting out another mouthful of blood.

Seeing this, Gong Er quickly said, "Don't talk anymore, just rest." He twisted his neck, looked at the divine bird that was perched on the sea like a statue, and then looked at the Zhenhai Formation that had returned to stability. "We won, right? Now we just wait for Big Brother and the others to come out, shall we?"

He had barely finished speaking when he felt a sway beneath him. He said, "Third brother, steady yourself, there are two lying here..."

Suddenly, everything went dark, and he could see nothing.

The light of the formation was also swallowed by darkness.

Pop... Pop...

The strange sound grew louder as it approached. It sounded like rotten wood snapping, or like a giant beast slowly shedding its scales in the deep sea.

After an unknown period of time, the darkness receded, and gray clouds once again filled the sky and earth. From the depths of the bleak clouds, an ancient and decaying phantom emerged.

"Ferry crossing." Yao Shuang struggled to sit up, stuffed two pills into her mouth, and then took out the black shovel again.

……

Golden Flame Sea.

After the blue-leaf boat came to a stop, the surrounding seawater began to flow, forming golden mirrors that stretched across the sea surface.

The seawater gradually darkened.

“You must pass through the mirror,” said the fat monk.

"Let's go." Wen Guying stepped out of the Green Leaf Boat and walked towards the nearest mirror. The fat cultivator followed behind him, followed by Li Chuan, Jiang Song, the red-haired man...

Redhead was still carrying the unconscious monk in his hand. Scarface brought up the rear.

Once inside the mirror, they saw three roads extending in different directions.

"Which way?" the fat monk asked.

Wen Gu looked through the list one by one, then asked Li Chuan, "What can you see?"

Li Chuan had already entered a state of profound mystery. When Wen Gu asked a question, he said, "I can't see the difference either."

“Then come with me,” Wen Guying said.

The cultivators from Xuanyue Sect raised an objection, saying, "If you go the wrong way, won't the whole army be wiped out? I think it would be better to split into three groups."

“No,” Wen Guying refused decisively, saying, “Outside Yingfeng Terrace, the test for cultivators in the Luoxia Secret Realm is whether they can make the same choice consistently; but here, the test becomes whether everyone can make the same choice. Everyone must follow me. If anyone objects, I will use my method to make them follow me.”

"How do you know you're right...?"

"Okay, we'll follow you."

The voices of the Xuan Yue Sect cultivator and the fat cultivator rang out simultaneously.

"Go in the middle," Wen Gu said.

They passed through mirrors and traversed paths. In the mirrors, they fought countless demonic beasts, cultivators, and even their own phantoms; they navigated interconnected mazes and shattered the inverted dreamscape… Finally, the fifteen cultivators gathered in the final golden corridor, and the one who had been misled by the Dao regained consciousness. “Take three steps forward! Step to the left,” Wen Guying instructed in a deep voice.

In the final corridor, fifteen waves of spiritual energy vibrated simultaneously, and all the mirrors shattered instantly, turning into fragments that sank into the golden sea.

Before they could even catch their breath, the sea changed again, and eighteen springs appeared on the surface. At the center of each spring, a magnificent light shimmered. Within the light were cultivation techniques, magical treasures, and various rare and precious materials, as if they could reach out and grab them.

"Did we pass the trial?" the cultivator who had just regained consciousness asked.

“No, this is a new trial,” Wen Guying said.

"Which one should we choose?" the red-haired monk asked.

"The Xuanji Technique is a cultivation method passed down by the True Immortal Yingfeng."

The noise became loud and chaotic.

"That sword is called 'Reverse Scale,' and legend has it that it was built by an ancient cultivator."

"With that Myriad Transformations Lotus, I will be able to break through to the next realm within three hundred years." These words were spoken by the scarred cultivator.

“I also think that sword is quite good,” Jiang Song said.

The gazes of the thirteen cultivators all focused on Wen Guying.

"Perhaps, we can choose more than one?" Li Chuan also spoke up.

“No, we won’t choose any of them,” Wen Guying said, the blade of the Tianqi Sword flowing with a blazing gemstone light.

Clang—Boom!

The sword energy swept across the spring, and under the crimson sword light, the spring shattered into thousands of beautiful and dazzling starlight, splashing silently and then disappearing.

"No..." The cultivators of Tianyu Sect tried to rush over.

The fat monk stopped him, and the jade ruler struck him in the waist and abdomen, causing him to fall to the ground.

The Golden Flame Sea has changed again.

Their surroundings became transparent, with countless layers of space overlapping within them. The scenery outside Yingfeng Terrace, and also outside the Luoxia Secret Realm, was transmitted to the eyes of the fifteen cultivators through that space—at that moment, the phantom of the divine warrior crushed the sea of ​​consciousness, darkness descended, and ferry crossings emerged one by one…

“What are those?” the scarred monk asked.

“It’s the ferry crossing, the true appearance of the Demon Clan’s stone platform.” Wen Guying briefly explained, “With the help of Weng Xian, the Demon Clan built eleven ferry crossings on various spiritual veins. The eleven ferry crossings correspond to eleven star positions. When a specific constellation appears in the night sky, the eleven ferry crossings will connect, and then… achieve a certain purpose.”

"What is your purpose?" the fat monk asked.

“Going to a place, I guess, means wanting to return to their original place,” Wen Guying replied, slowly turning around and scanning all the surrounding scenery.

Everything that happened in the secret realm, as well as what happened in the past, present, and future of the Nine Seas, was displayed in those spaces.

“Interesting.” He suddenly said, “The Sunset Glow Secret Realm was actually fighting the Xuanmen before, and Chi Lin was actually killed by Lao Xiaokai. We need to speed things up…” He made a decision, “Weng Xian hasn’t stopped yet, he might make a direct move, and there might even be Dai Zong…”

As soon as he finished speaking, the seawater beneath his feet began to recede, and the golden light silently dissipated.

In an instant, the underwater scene was revealed.

Everyone's face showed horror.

Beneath the glittering golden ocean lies a massive wound, with charred and jagged rocks and dark red blood surging deep within the fissures.

Li Chuan felt a slight movement in the Bodhi beads on his wrist. The twelve beads flew to different directions, hovering in mid-air and scattering a soft glow, seemingly soothing the still-wailing wound.

(End of this chapter)