Chapter 727: The Changing of Eras

Although there were still three days left, by this time, the vast sea surface already had quite a few more ships near the island.

Quite a few Divine Demon Walkers had already arrived early.

Waiting for the day the entrance would open.

Some Divine Demon Walkers, unable to suppress the anxiety in their hearts, planned to go scout the path ahead of time.

Directly onto the island.

Then, long as an hour, short as five minutes, they would fly straight out again, plunging into the sea.

Actually, there wasn't much on the island; it was just that Chi Jing Daoren had set up a formation, and Zhu Bajie had conveniently given a little bit of minor assistance.

Primarily for expulsion, the power wasn't strong at all; no one would die.

Of course, if after being thrown off the island they still weren't resigned and wanted to do something, those Divine Demon Walkers...

... would see the Sea Surface Baby... no, they would see a pair of gigantic eyes in the dark, deep sea.

Anyway, Ao Yulie was very idle; killing time here was far more enjoyable than sparring with Master and Second Senior Brother.

Time arrived at the day the Grand Assembly opened.

On the distant sea surface, the Dragon King sped over rapidly, its speed unlike that of a ship at all; seawater was continuously split apart.

The gale generated by the high-speed travel made it impossible for anyone to even stand on the deck.

Divine Demon Walkers certainly didn't count as ordinary people.

At this very moment, a group of people was standing on the bow deck.

At the very front, leading them, were Kongming, Zhao Hongmiao, and the others; in the fierce wind, their clothes fluttered, flapping loudly.

Majestic and awe-inspiring.

Why were only their clothes fluttering? Because Kongming wore a hat, covering his hair.

So his hair couldn't flutter up; he was a bit worried that if it fluttered too much, what would he do if his hair fluttered away?

He was indeed a smart person, but "supremely intelligent" — such a descriptor, Kongming really didn't want.

Those few remaining hairs were Kongming's final stubbornness.

"They're here."

"Turns out they weren't waiting on the island?"

"Who's on that island? Who threw them out?"

Some Divine Demon Walkers discussed animatedly; the Dragon King docked at the island, Kongming and the others disembarked, entering the island.

In a moment, eight points of light lit up at eight positions on the island's edge, signaling to the Divine Demon Walkers wanting to participate that they could enter.

Very quickly, some Divine Demon Walkers flew up from the ships, entering the island through the entrances.

There was also a portion of Divine Demon Walkers who hadn't yet entered the island but suddenly discovered "enemies" and fought right there on the spot.

The battle churned the sea surface, attracting many gazes.

Meanwhile, the island's interior remained utterly still; just as said at the start, as long as they didn't go inside to fight, even if they beat each other's brains out outside, no one would care.

The two fighting sides also had no intention of fighting to the death here.

They fought for a while then separated, each finding an entrance to enter the island.

Fighting to the death now would only benefit others.

Only a fool would, in this situation, both determine superiority and decide life and death.

This counted as a kind of probing.

The probing results left some of the new-generation Divine Demon Walkers fairly satisfied.

"So many unfamiliar faces."

"Not only Huaxia's Divine Demon Walkers; Divine Demon Walkers from other places have come to join the fun too."

Many Divine Demon Walkers didn't rush to enter, continuing to watch from outside, discovering quite a few non-Huaxia Divine Demon Walkers had also entered the island.

Among them were even a portion of Western Divine Demon Walkers.

"That big bald head, is he a Western Divine Demon Walker? What's he doing here?"

For the Divine Demon Walkers wanting to make their own voices heard at this Grand Assembly, these extra people were all variables.

Instantly someone rubbed their fists and wiped their palms, wanting to drive people away.

This was their home turf; they had a huge advantage, and they hadn't invited you all — driving people away was perfectly justified.

"Wait, that's not... that's someone from Wulin Mythology; they've been very low-key these years, not many people know them." Someone was well-informed.

"Wulin Mythology?"

"Heard that a few years ago, there was a special Reality Mission... that happened to recruit two Western Divine Demon Walkers."

"I know a bit; there used to be a Gods Alliance organization, on par with Wulin Mythology, later they suffered heavily in that special mission, were crippled, even their leader died one — was that it?"

"Right. These two people have the Fate Format of War God Father and Son; seems they were valued by a member of Wulin Mythology, you know what I mean?"

Someone raised an eyebrow, revealing a trace of a strange look.

People around showed knowing smiles; so that's how it is.

"Of course, both of them are Fate Format holders; their strength isn't weak; they should be Fourth Stage Divine Demon Walkers."

"Fourth Stage ah, indeed they're figures of note."

"But they're merely Fourth Stage; they don't compare to Kongming and them — these people are the true powerhouses, the high mountains of the old era."

In the deep ocean, Ao Yulie, transformed into a white dragon, blinked: "So Divine Demon Walkers have developed this fast? A new generation replaces the old; the front waves die on the shore."

"Cut it out; if you don't work a bit harder, you really will get slapped to death on the shore."

Zhu Bajie on the island spoke.

Compared to the Divine Demon Walkers' strength improvement, Ao Yulie's progress could be described as "sluggish".

Of course, this can't all be blamed on him; after all, having reached his realm, the difficulty of wanting to improve is relatively high.

According to the simple and crude classification of God-Demon Walkers, Kong Ming and the others have nearly caught up to the original Chi Jing Daoren and can be classified as "Fifth Stage."

The so-called Fifth Stage can barely be understood as modern fighter jets; they don't just penetrate the battlefield like Fourth Stage, they dominate the battlefield.

And the progress of Chi Jing Daoren and his group is smaller than the progress and strength increase of Kong Ming and the others.

"Mainly because I've put all my points into speed and comfort right now, don't worry, I absolutely won't get swatted to death." Ao Yulie chuckled.

Accurately positioning oneself is the key to success.

After experiencing the great ups and downs of Long Sheng, Ao Yulie is very clear on how the future path should be walked.

He actually doesn't necessarily need to recover his combat power from back then; he just needs to run fast enough.

As the team's damage dealer, running fast to preserve one's life is only right and proper; after all, only by living can one deal damage, nothing wrong with that.

"Seems right too." Zhu Bajie stroked his chin, "But there's another point, you have to be able to take a beating."

"Isn't there Senior Brother Sha?" Ao Yulie glanced at a string of Buddhist beads worn on a dragon claw.

This is the thoughtful big cotton-padded jacket, Senior Brother Sha.

"Both are needed." Zhu Bajie said, "I see, no wonder I always felt Master hit you heavier when beating you; turns out Master thought so too."

"..."

I thought I needed to be a sports car, didn't expect that in the end I still have to become a tank.

Just running fast is still a bit lacking.

Ao Yulie and Zhu Bajie chatted happily, more and more God-Demon Walkers arrived, entering the island.

The number already reached several thousand.

Even if there are over a hundred God-Demon Walkers from other places among them, it sufficiently shows the number of newly added God-Demon Walkers.

No wonder Kong Ming and the others want to hold this conference.

With more people, hearts easily scatter; when hearts scatter, the team becomes hard to lead.

As time continuously passed, the number of surrounding God-Demon Walkers reached a peak, then began to slowly decline.

It has been over three hours since the island entrance opened; compared to the peak period of filing in one after another, now it's just sparse, with only an occasional one or two God-Demon Walkers coming.

But arriving late doesn't mean these God-Demon Walkers are weak.

These late-arriving God-Demon Walkers, quite a few did not come by boat to the vicinity, but flew directly through the air.

This island is not considered close to the nearest land.

To fly here and enter the island requires not just flight ability, but strength.

"This woman..."

"Blood Queen Tang Yuhan! Now that is a troublesome ruthless character!"

"Didn't expect she came too, surely she won't support Kong Ming and them, right?"

"Hard to say, she used to be a member of 'Approaching Science', later 'Wulin Myth' and 'Approaching Science' merged, she seemed to dislike some subsequent high-pressure actions, so she gradually faded out."

"Others are rich big bosses, whether in mission worlds or the real world, they live very well."

"Unlike us poor wretches, who don't even have a bit of freedom..."

Several God-Demon Walkers had made up their minds to observe to the end.

After another half hour plus, eight light points flashed, signaling the entrance was about to close.

The last batch of God-Demon Walkers no longer delayed, entering the island one after another.

Then the light points disappeared.

The entire island fell quiet, not a human sound could be heard.

Around the island, various large and small boats either docked or drifted with the waves, strangely floating within a certain range, not drifting away.

If a satellite aerial shot captured this eerie scene and polished it for promotion, it would probably become another "Bermuda Legend."

Too bad, even with aerial photography, the footage captured would only be a normal island, sea surface.

There would be no existence of any boats.

At the island center, there is a vast platform, located at the highest point of the island.

One can overlook the entire island, and the surrounding sea surface.

It's just that on the platform, there are fewer than five hundred God-Demon Walkers.

The rest of the God-Demon Walkers are still exploring within the island.

A large portion of God-Demon Walkers are like headless flies crashing around everywhere, lost in the formation; a small portion found clues and are still breaking the formation with difficulty.

Although not explicitly stated, the meaning expressed is very clear.

God-Demon Walkers who couldn't break through the formation to reach the platform should just wait for news at the end.

Only God-Demon Walkers who reached the platform have the qualification to voice opinions and truly participate in this conference.

"Mr. Kong, when does it start?"

On the platform, a God-Demon Walker spoke up asking, looking rather impatient, a completely unfamiliar face.

"Still fifteen minutes." Kong Ming glanced at his watch, "Please be patient."

That God-Demon Walker was about to say something, but several God-Demon Walkers looked over with displeasure, making his expression somewhat embarrassed as he shut his mouth.

Those who looked over were all veteran powerhouses; the pressure they brought was not small at all.

No need to stick one's neck out at this time.

Fifteen minutes passed in a flash; twenty more God-Demon Walkers appeared on the platform.

"Alright, time's up." Kong Ming spoke, "Those still on the island don't worry, it's just a formation, it won't hurt you."

The voice spread across the entire island, making those still lost and trapped God-Demon Walkers settle down a bit.

On the platform, chairs had actually been prepared long ago, it's just that not all God-Demon Walkers sat down.

Some sitting, some standing, in groups of three or five, looking like there wasn't much discipline.

Most of the gods and demons walking about were looking at Kongming.

Some of the gods and demons walking about were looking around in all directions, as if searching for something.

"Who are you looking for?"

"Nothing..."

"Who are they looking for? Why do they look so strange?"

"That person hasn't appeared; I'm afraid something really has happened to them."

"The glory belonging to these old people has passed; the era will inevitably change."

Low murmurs of discussion rose and fell.