Chapter 338: Profound Ice Tower, Heaven-Reaching Array

Distance creates beauty.

Under Zhang Xingyu's guidance, the White-Faced Demon King finally left Demon King Hali with great reluctance.

Zhang Xingyu took a bite of the golden apple in his hand.

Sweet and crisp, it tasted quite good.

This golden apple was a gift from the White-Faced Demon King, Tang Sen, for accepting him as a disciple.

According to his disciple Tang Sen, this apple came from the Golden Apple Paradise, and a single one was worth over a hundred million superior-grade magic stones.

Although Zhang Xingyu was also a novice at love, having not even given away the first kiss he had cherished for over a decade.

However, before he transmigrated, he was not a bookworm who "ignored the world outside the window and only focused on reading sage books." The rich knowledge of picking up girls he had obtained from the information age was enough for him to teach a lesson to the White-Faced Demon King Tang Sen, who was also a blank slate in love.

The Thirty-Six Stratagems of Love, Momo pickup techniques, the Five-Wave Method of picking up girls, and campus flower-picking strategies.

Zhang Xingyu only popularized some common knowledge about picking up girls to the White-Faced Demon King Tang Sen, and this guy immediately revered Zhang Xingyu as a celestial being.

Sigh, poor love-blank slate, you need a "scum girl" to give you some scars.

Zhang Xingyu looked at Demon King Hali; no matter how he looked at her, she didn't seem like a scum girl.

After finishing the golden apple, he gained one million God Yuan Value.

Zhang Xingyu lay on the lawn, boredly counting the ants moving house.

One, two, three...

When he counted to the ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-ninth, a soft cry from Demon King Hali reached his ears.

Zhang Xingyu turned his head and saw her staring blankly at the sky.

Above the basin, immortal music drifted, and golden light flickered.

A group of stunningly beautiful fairies with fluttering ribbons slowly descended, stepping on auspicious clouds.

Behind these fairies was a group of golden-armored guards holding spears and halberds.

Surrounded by the golden-armored guards, a magnificent cloud chariot pulled by eight golden dragons was revealed.

On the cloud chariot sat a middle-aged man with a cold expression and sharp eyes.

The man wore a purple Daoist robe embroidered with the stars of the heavens and held a glittering golden seal in his hand.

As soon as this man appeared from the clouds, the various Tribulation Transcendence stage bigwigs who were discussing scriptures and the Dao in the courtyard walked out one after another.

The Golden Emperor took the lead, cupped his hands toward the middle-aged man on the cloud chariot, and said, "God King Xuanqing, it has been three thousand years; Fellow Daoist's demeanor remains the same."

The middle-aged man nodded expressionlessly at the Golden Emperor, then nodded slightly to the bigwigs below, saying, "Sorry to have kept you all waiting for so long. Let us begin."

God King Xuanqing.

Hadn't the God Race already perished?

Why did the Golden Emperor address this man as God King?

Zhang Xingyu looked at God King Xuanqing. He saw a jade-like face without a beard, distinct features, no sorrow or joy on his face, and a golden star between his brows.

The golden seal in God King Xuanqing's hand attracted Zhang Xingyu's attention.

Even from far away, he could feel the terrifying power contained within this golden seal.

Led by God King Xuanqing, the sixteen Tribulation Transcendence stage bigwigs rode clouds toward the Heaven-Reaching Array.

At the Heaven-Reaching Assembly held every three thousand years, besides exchanging cultivation insights, the various Tribulation Transcendence stage powerhouses would also complete an important task.

Reinforcing the array and strengthening the seal.

Beneath the Heaven-Reaching Array was an immortal being suppressed.

Back then, dozens of powerhouses from the human, demon, and monster races joined forces to severely injure and suppress this immortal. If it weren't for the Heaven-Reaching Array continuously extracting the immortal's immortal essence, this immortal would have likely broken free long ago.

If this immortal were to break free, he might stir up endless bloody storms in this world.

For a Tribulation Transcendence stage cultivator, a distance of ten thousand miles could be covered in an instant.

By the time Zhang Xingyu and Demon King Hali arrived at the Heaven-Reaching Array, those Tribulation Transcendence stage cultivators who had arrived early had already begun to reinforce the array.

He saw them each occupying an ice tower, with the power within their bodies continuously being input into the ice towers.

Because these bigwigs followed different cultivation paths, the energy they input varied greatly.

At this moment, the ice towers beneath them also displayed different colors.

Some ice towers were as red as the sun, some were as black as the night sky, some were as green as grass, and some were as white as snowflakes.

On a sand dune dozens of miles away from the Heaven-Reaching Array, groups of high-level cultivators were already seated.

These high-level cultivators all had higher cultivation bases than him, so they naturally arrived earlier.

This sand dune had a high vantage point and was the best place to observe the maintenance of the array.

However, the good spots on the sand dune had long been occupied by the cultivators who arrived first.

Zhang Xingyu observed his surroundings and happened to see the old dragon Ao Cheng waving at him.

He then greeted the Demon King Harry and walked straight to the open space beside the old dragon Ao Cheng to sit down.

He looked up at the beautiful bigwig Liu Xueying.

He saw her slender fingers, and a stream of white energy was continuously being injected into the ice tower below from her fingertips.

In the center of the white energy, a faint glimmer of color was vaguely revealed.

If one didn't observe carefully, it would be difficult to discover that it was a seven-colored energy.

Seven-colored energy.

What a strange energy?

Zhang Xingyu had never seen this kind of energy before.

I wonder what kind of technique the beautiful bigwig is practicing?

After looking at the beautiful bigwig Liu Xueying, Zhang Xingyu turned his gaze to a golden ice tower.

At the top of the ice tower, the golden seal in God King Xuanqing's hand was emitting a dazzling golden light.

The aura emitted by these golden lights gave Zhang Xingyu a particularly familiar feeling.

Zhang Xingyu closed his eyes and felt it for a while.

When he opened his eyes, he was certain that the aura emitted by those golden lights was God Yuan.

Light capable of emitting God Yuan.

Zhang Xingyu pondered for a moment and knew what kind of light it was.

These golden lights should be the legendary thought power.

After the God Race perished, human powerhouses imitated the God Race's cultivation methods and created a method to cultivate thought power.

The so-called cultivation of thought power is actually collecting the thoughts of others through special means and then refining them through special methods.

The Buddhist sect is a typical sect that cultivates thought power.

This God King Xuanqing is actually cultivating thought power; could it be that he is also a high monk of the Buddhist sect?

However, he doesn't look like one.

God King Xuanqing did not shave his head, was not wearing a kasaya, and was not holding a begging bowl.

No matter how you look at him, he doesn't look like a high monk.

Just as Zhang Xingyu was staring at God King Xuanqing, God King Xuanqing seemed to sense something.

He looked up and glanced in the direction where Zhang Xingyu was.

It was this one glance that made all the cultivators in this direction feel their minds tighten and their backs turn cold.

Zhang Xingyu's Divine Court felt a sharp pain.

A golden light pierced through the Heavenly Gate, transforming into a huge golden sword that slashed toward his Divine Sea.

Just as this divine light pierced into the Divine Court, the Divine Infant opened its eyes.

He saw his small hand wave, and the Heavenly God Sword shot out.

"Clang!"

The Divine Court shook violently.

His head throbbed with pain, and blood flowed from his seven orifices.

He wiped the nosebleed and then fell down magnificently.

He had to fall; the cultivators at the Spirit Transformation and Fusion stages in front had all fallen. If he didn't fall, wouldn't that be showing no respect to the God King?

"Eh!"

God King Xuanqing exclaimed in surprise.

Just now, a strand of divine sense he sent out had actually lost contact with him.

The cultivators in that direction were all low-level cultivators, with the highest cultivation base being only at the Fusion stage.

Who could destroy his divine sense?

Although God King Xuanqing was puzzled, he had no time to investigate.

This was the critical moment to reinforce the Heaven-Reaching Array; if he were distracted to do other things, it would be extremely unwise.

And he, God King Xuanqing, was a wise man who knew how to make trade-offs.

Zhang Xingyu lay quietly on the ground, and soft curses could be heard from time to time.

Estimating that all the cultivators had sat up again, Zhang Xingyu also slowly climbed up.

He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of stagnant blood, then took out a spirit pill and stuffed it into his mouth.

Just at this moment, the Heaven-Reaching Array in front shook.

Immediately after, the ice tower made a crisp cracking sound.

"Not good!"