Chapter 632: Egg!

Outside the Eight Trigrams Diagram.

Chu Kuangren and the others were still anxiously waiting.

Even though the time since Su Yu and the others entered until now is only about a minute.

Dan Tai Nan sat on the ground, seeing Chu Kuangren and the three others looking somewhat anxious, he couldn't help but snicker.

"What's the point of being anxious? Since Su Yu dared to drag that guy Qin Wuqing in, he naturally has his own plan."

"Su Yu has gotten this far; he's certainly not an idiot."

Chu Kuangren and the three others glanced at Dan Tai Nan with some dissatisfaction, but ultimately said nothing.

It's not that they don't want to lash out at Dan Tai Nan.

But as soon as they lash out,

That madman Dan Tai Nan would dare to fight them.

It's obvious; in this team, besides Su Yu, no one can suppress Dan Tai Nan.

Just then, the Eight Trigrams Diagram hovering in the void suddenly twitched slightly.

Immediately after, a figure walked out from within the Eight Trigrams Diagram.

"How fast??"

Dan Tai Nan gazed toward the direction of the Eight Trigrams Diagram.

His gaze gradually grew solemn.

If it were Su Yu coming out, that would be fine.

But if it were Qin Wuqing coming out, that would be real trouble.

After all, a half-step Imperial Realm expert isn't something you can easily target.

Soon, the figure's gaze gradually appeared in the four's eyes.

Sure enough, it was Su Yu's appearance!

"Su Yu! It's Su Yu!"

Chu Kuangren exclaimed in surprise, joy spreading across his face.

Zhao Yan and Zhang Feng even jumped up directly.

Su Yu's appearance undoubtedly indicates that Qin Wuqing has been dealt with.

How could this not make them happy?

Dan Tai Nan sat on the ground, his solemn expression disappearing, instead he cracked his mouth open and foolishly smiled at Su Yu.

But soon, the smile on Dan Tai Nan's face disappeared.

"This guy... can already kill a half-step Imperial Realm expert? Even if he relies on pills to forcibly grasp stellar power, that's still half-step Imperial Realm cultivation!"

Dan Tai Nan gazed at Su Yu, finally letting out a faint sigh.

"Trying to catch up to this guy... is getting harder and harder!"

Su Yu slowly approached everyone.

The Eight Trigrams Diagram hovering in the void slowly faded and fell into Su Yu's hand.

Su Yu glanced at the four and said lightly.

"Alright, let's continue onward!"

His calm and light demeanor made those who didn't know think he had just slain a Venerable Realm divine spirit incarnation.

Only Chu Kuangren and them knew that Su Yu had slain a half-step Imperial Realm expert; if it got out, who knows whether the experts of the Central Immortal Realm would be shaken.

Merely at mid-stage Venerable Realm, yet he could defeat a half-step Imperial Realm expert.

Such terrifying combat power truly shocks people.

Nobody said anything else, as if they had already developed an unspoken understanding among themselves.

Dan Tai Nan stood up, brushed off the dust on his rear, grinned, and the spear in his hand had vanished.

In its place were circles of large iron chains wrapping around Dan Tai Nan's fists.

Afterward, everyone slowly walked toward the central area.

Outside the God-Hunting Space.

Saint Realm powerhouses stood proudly in the void, emanating surging aura that shook the entire space.

"After calculating the time, those little guys should have reached the central area by now!"

The Grand Sacrificial Officer spoke lightly.

"I don't know about others, but whether your Holy Hall can reach the central area is questionable in my view."

"Hmph, with those puny melons and cracked dates of your Nine Netherworld Purgatory, you probably can't even reach the central area; be careful, before you even get there, your people from the Nine Netherworld Purgatory will already be dead."

Although the divine spirit incarnations within the God-Hunting Space aren't very strong, the strongest is only a half-step Imperial Realm divine spirit incarnation.

Moreover, there is only one.

It is also located in the central area.

In other places, at the edges, even with decent luck you'd at most encounter a late-stage Venerable Realm divine spirit incarnation.

However, over the years in the God-Hunting Space, it's not that there haven't been falls of heavenly prides.

Perhaps it's due to the divine spirit incarnations, or perhaps due to assassinations by other heavenly prides.

However, there's no way around it; within the God-Hunting Space, because of the divine spirit aura, even Saint Realm powerhouses cannot detect what happens inside.

So, if someone falls within the God-Hunting Space, they simply fall.

Unless there is some evidence, otherwise it's not easy to stir up trouble.

Jun Xiao stood silently to the side, saying nothing.

"The quality of this Blade-Wielding Court's batch is not great; if this continues, how can the Blade-Wielding Court still wield blades over all under heaven?"

Jun Xiao said calmly, "The future of the Blade-Wielding Court does not require your Holy Temple to worry about it. At least for now, your Holy Temple must also heed the words of my Blade-Wielding Court!"

Once these words were spoken, the Grand Priest's expression turned slightly gloomy.

Indeed, if counting only the openly known Saints, the Holy Temple had three Saints, whereas the Blade-Wielding Court had five.

Moreover, one of them was the eldest disciple of the Azure Dragon Saint.

Such a lineup made the Holy Temple even more wary.

Inherently, there was no conflict between the Holy Temple and the Blade-Wielding Court.

But by coincidence, the Blade-Wielding Court's Second Court Master—Su Yu's eldest senior brother—had offended the Holy Temple before stepping into the Saint Realm, and had been pursued and hunted by the Holy Temple.

Later, the Azure Dragon Saint stepped forward and forcibly suppressed the Holy Temple.

This made the Holy Temple detest the Second Court Master even more.

In the end, the Second Court Master achieved Sainthood, causing the relationship between the Holy Temple and the Blade-Wielding Court to become somewhat strained as well.

However, the Blade-Wielding Court ultimately did not interfere in the struggles within the Central Immortal Domain.

Therefore, even with hostile relations with the Holy Temple, as long as the Holy Temple did not make a move, the Blade-Wielding Court would not target the Holy Temple either.

But if someone targeted the Blade-Wielding Court, then that was another matter.

The Blade-Wielding Court feared no faction!

So, facing the Grand Priest's mockery, Jun Xiao did not hesitate at all and directly fired back.

Seeing the Grand Priest flustered, the Underworld King was all the more delighted.

He even cast a smug glance at the Grand Priest, then finally cupped his hands slightly toward Jun Xiao.

"My daughter Ming Nu and young friend Su Yu of the Blade-Wielding Court have deep affection for each other. It seems our two families will be becoming in-laws in the future."

Jun Xiao raised an eyebrow slightly, looking at the Underworld King with a half-smile.

Then he spoke calmly.

"In-laws may be going too far, but the relationship has indeed grown deeper. Unlike certain factions whose mouths truly stink, and the key point is they still can't beat others."

Once these words were spoken, the Grand Priest's expression became even more awkward.

"Hmph!" the Grand Priest snorted coldly. "I hope when the God-Hunting Space disappears later, your two families will still be able to laugh!"

The Grand Priest spoke with a cold, gloomy expression.

A trace of cold light even flashed through his eyes.

"This time... the first one must be ours, the Holy Temple's!"

The Grand Priest murmured.

Meanwhile.

Qin Tianhua, standing among the Saints, had a somewhat pale complexion.

"Extracting five times the energy—did it ultimately still cause the divine aura to damage my origin?"

Qin Tianhua furrowed his brows slightly.

For some unknown reason, ever since the God-Hunting Space opened, a thread of discomfort kept coming from within his body.

That feeling was as if there were a block of ten-thousand-year ice inside his body, constantly emanating cold air.

"Why did I feel somewhat restless just now?"

Qin Tianhua's brows furrowed even deeper.

He was already feeling somewhat unwell, but just now, Qin Tianhua's eyelids had been twitching rapidly.

As a Saint Realm expert, one inherently stood at the pinnacle of this world, and could have some vague premonitions about events that were about to occur.

Therefore, twitching eyelids were not a mere whim.

"Could it be that some mishap has occurred on Qin Wuqing's side?"

Qin Tianhua's brows were tightly locked, his gaze falling upon the seven-colored God-Hunting Space above the void.

While Qin Tianhua and the other Saints had not noticed anything at all, within Qin Tianhua's hair.

An extremely fine, hair-like black thread lay quietly hidden among Qin Tianhua's thick hair.

Wisps of black aura, following Qin Tianhua's skin, seeped in little by little.

The dosage was very small; even Qin Tianhua did not notice it at all, only feeling some discomfort within his body.

He thought it was due to the divine aura.

"A Saint Realm of the Human Race... truly useless. Even now, none have discovered this god!"

Within the hair, it was as if a flicker of spiritual intelligence had emerged.

"Soon. After a little more time, I will be able to completely control this fellow's body. When that time comes, this god will be able to resurrect through the corpse and reappear between heaven and earth!"

"When that time comes, this god will make the entire Central Immortal Domain tremble!"

The hair-like thread trembled slightly, seemingly quivering incessantly from excitement.

God-Hunting Space, central region.

Upon a vast wasteland, there was a enormous egg, standing silently upon the earth.

All around, countless streams of divine aura madly surged into that enormous egg.

Thump, thump, thump!!

From within that eggshell came a series of heartbeat-like sounds.

It was as if some living creature was about to break out from the eggshell.

With each heartbeat, the aura permeating from within the eggshell grew ever more powerful.

Even the surrounding mist had thinned somewhat.

If one looked carefully, one could discover that the mist of the entire God-Hunting Space seemed to be flowing in one direction, surging into that black eggshell.

Along the way, although some divine incarnations would absorb the power of the mist, it was ultimately just a drop in the bucket.

"So this... is the central region!"

A gentle voice rang out across this stretch of wilderness.

Waves of golden light completely dispersed the surrounding mist.

A young man dressed in a golden robe, followed by a girl gnawing on a lollipop, came bouncing along.

Behind the two of them, there were three expressionless young men holding golden staffs, standing quietly at their backs.

This group was none other than the team from the Holy Temple.

The Holy Son's gaze fell upon that black eggshell.

"It seems we've arrived too early. There's still some time before that half-step Emperor Realm divine incarnation awakens."

The Holy Son murmured softly.

Zhao Xue clasped the back of her head and narrowed her eyes.

"Then we'll just have to wait!" gsxsw. c0

The Holy Son smiled faintly, ignoring Zhao Xue, and turned his gaze toward another direction.

"It's just that some people might not let us wait!"

Zhao Xue looked in the direction of the Holy Son's gaze.

In that mist, a pale-faced young man led a few people, walking slowly over.

The moment he stepped onto this wilderness, the pale-faced young man suddenly fixed his gaze on the Holy Son.

Their gazes clashed, instantly erupting into a soaring aura.

"Son of the Underworld, You Shaoqing!"

"Holy Son, Feng Lingzi!"

The two spoke simultaneously.

Zhao Xue narrowed her eyes, looking at Wu Ling'er behind You Shaoqing, and the corners of her mouth curved up slightly.

"So that's Su Yu's sweetheart?"

"I wonder what would happen to Su Yu if I killed her!"

Zhao Xue giggled.

Wu Ling'er felt Zhao Xue's unrestrained gaze and frowned slightly.

That person's gaze made Wu Ling'er feel somewhat uncomfortable.

Tang Nian Bing also spoke up from the side, "Ling'er, I think that person seems to have ill intentions toward you!"

Wu Ling'er said indifferently, "People from the Holy Temple, it's normal. Between the Holy Temple and my Nine Nether Purgatory, there's inherently a life-and-death hatred. Now that there's no restraint from the elders, having certain special thoughts is also quite normal."

"It's just that..." Wu Ling'er glanced calmly at Zhao Xue, "killing me won't be that easy."

With Su Yu absent, Wu Ling'er reverted to her cold demeanor.

Coupled with the enhancement of the Heavenly Charm Body, Wu Ling'er appeared even more captivating.

Even Tang Nian Bing, standing to the side, couldn't help but feel tempted when looking at Wu Ling'er.

Tang Nian Bing swallowed and scanned the surroundings.

"Strange, why haven't Su Yu and the others arrived yet?"

You Shaoqing stared fixedly at Feng Lingzi, and skyward-rushing battle intent surged in his eyes.

"I've long heard that the Holy Temple's Holy Son has cultivated the Holy Temple's holy art to a level of divine mastery. I wonder if I could ask for a lesson or two."

You Shaoqing stood tall and straight, gazing at Feng Lingzi, and spoke calmly.

Facing You Shaoqing's words, Feng Lingzi merely smiled faintly, a flash of cold light passing through his eyes.

"Isn't the Nine Nether Purgatory's Son of the Underworld also said to have cultivated the Nine Nether Purgatory's Nine Nether Sacred Art to the Great Completion stage?"

"This is the perfect chance to let me see whether my Holy Temple's holy art is stronger, or the Nine Nether Purgatory's Nine Nether Sacred Art is stronger!"

Feng Lingzi spoke gently, and a soaring aura erupted in an instant.

In that instant, in the empty space between Feng Lingzi and You Shaoqing, it was as if waves of energy storms had been whipped up.

"Heh, I didn't expect everyone to welcome us so warmly!"

Just at this moment, a soft chuckle drifted slowly from afar.

Su Yu, leading Tantai Nan and the others, slowly appeared at the position of the central region.