The blurry figure was mysterious and majestic, so lofty one could not gaze upon it directly.

It stood amidst the Star River, its gaze piercing through the reincarnation of space and time. It seemed to be searching for something, scouring the Star Sea and sweeping through the Nine Heavens.

It was like a Nine Heavens Demon Lord, treading a road of blood that stretched on without end.

Gazing at this phantom, everyone was shaken to their core. Even though it was just an image, they knew how impossibly arrogant and supremely majestic this figure was.

"The Void Killing Aspect!"

"This is a technique exclusive to those above the Nirvana Realm! The opportunity within the Divine Temple must be related to an expert of that level."

As their hearts trembled, their eyes also flashed with excitement. As far as they knew, the cultivation Realms were divided into the Body Tempering Realm, Qi Vortex Realm, True Essence Realm, Spiritual Spring Realm, Yin Yang Realm, and Nirvana Realm.

The Nirvana Realm was the highest known Realm. Any opportunity related to it would be absolutely heaven-defying!

"Charge in!"

Everyone roared, shrouding themselves in terrifying protective auras as they charged toward the Divine Temple.

However, a sound of Heaven and Earth Slaughter suddenly echoed through the void. A sky full of killing intent descended as the myriad corpses prostrating within the projection, as if unwilling to fade away, began to crawl out of it.

KILL!

KILL!

One after another, phantom figures holding mottled Ancient Battle Spears charged out of the void, attacking the cultivators who were rushing forward.

PTH!

PTH!

Caught off guard, many were instantly killed by a peerless force, their bodies dismembered. A mist of blood filled the sky above the Divine Temple.

A chill instantly shot through everyone’s hearts.

"Fuck, what is this?!"

Everyone’s expression changed drastically. They had never imagined that the phantoms could actually kill, and they immediately began to curse as they rapidly retreated.

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

The clash of sharp weapons marked the beginning of the slaughter as the illusory figures charged the crowd.

"They’re already dead! What’s there to fear? Kill them!" Seeing this, the enigmatic youth and the others let out a cold glint from their eyes and began to fight the illusory figures.

Inside the Chaos Space, the Dragon Cat suddenly shouted, "Damn it all, kid! What are you waiting for? Charge in now while you have the chance."

"What are those phantoms?" Ye Wushuang’s heart grew heavy. He stared at the indistinct figure above the Divine Temple, which seemed to be watching everyone below.

The feeling sent an inexplicable chill down Ye Wushuang’s spine and filled him with a strange sense of crisis.

"Damn it all! They’re just things created by Dao Charm. Don’t worry about them! Now that those guys are tied up, you can fish in troubled waters and get into the Divine Temple. Once you’re in... hehehe," the Dragon Cat said urgently, seeming even more anxious than Ye Wushuang.

Hearing this, Ye Wushuang’s gaze sharpened, and he clenched his fists.

Qiu Mo noticed the change in Ye Wushuang’s demeanor and immediately asked, "You want to go in?"

"I have to go in. It’s very important to me!" Ye Wushuang said resolutely, his eyes fixed on the Divine Temple.

Hearing this, Qiu Mo frowned, then said suddenly, "I’ll clear a path for you. You go."

"You?" Ye Wushuang whipped his head around. "Many of them will try to kill me. If you’re alone, I’m afraid..."

"I can’t stop them all by myself, that’s true," Qiu Mo said with a slight smile. "But I can hold them off for three breaths of time."

"Three breaths is more than enough. But..."

"There are no buts. You’re the only friend I have!" Qiu Mo’s gaze was brilliant as he stared at Ye Wushuang. His words were simple, but for Ye Wushuang, they carried immense weight.

"Let’s go!" Qiu Mo leaped down from the large boulder and smiled at Ye Wushuang.

"After three breaths, you must leave, whether I’ve made it inside or not," Ye Wushuang said, looking at Qiu Mo.

"Alright!" Qiu Mo nodded, and the two of them charged toward the Divine Temple.

"Look, it’s... Ye Wushuang!"

The moment Ye Wushuang’s figure appeared, a young man immediately spotted him. It was An Ping of the Fiery Sun Sect, who was currently being besieged by two phantoms.

WHOOSH!

WHOOSH!

Hearing the name, the others who were still locked in combat all turned their heads. A figure in white robes gradually came into focus.

It’s him!

Gazing at the familiar figure, Bing Yan and the others recognized him. It was the youth with only a Qi Vortex First Layer cultivation!

"Ye Wushuang! The one who killed my clan’s Young Master! Kill him!"

From the Feather Race’s side, the silver-robed elder pierced an attacking phantom, let out a roar, and in that brief opening, drew his bow taut. A razor-sharp arrow materialized and, with a SWOOSH, shot through the air toward Ye Wushuang like a meteor. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

Get back!

Ye Wushuang’s eyes narrowed. His hands blurred through a Sealing Technique, and the Dragon Emperor Mountain Sealing Stamp crashed down, colliding with the terrifying arrow.

BOOM!

The terrifying shockwave made the very air boil, even annihilating some of the phantoms that were charging at Ye Wushuang.

Seizing the opportunity, Ye Wushuang activated Floating Light and Shadow and shot toward the Divine Temple like a specter.

"You bastard! You’re the one who cut my hand! You want to get into the Divine Temple? You’ll have to get through me first!" Bai Han’s gaze turned icy. His Spirit Sword swept out in a wide arc of Sword Light, annihilating the phantoms charging down from the sky. He then charged toward Ye Wushuang, his venomous glare revealing the depths of his hatred.

Kill!

Similar attacks came from several other directions. Murong Ye, Bing Yan, and others also charged at Ye Wushuang, cloaked in peerless killing intent.

Immediately, Qiu Mo brandished his black spear. It shot forward like a black Divine Dragon, unleashing streaks of black light, each one incredibly sharp.

"That’s a Half-Step Spirit-Connected Treasure!"

Seeing the black spear in Qiu Mo’s hand, Murong Ye and the others’ pupils contracted in shock.

"Get back!"

Qiu Mo roared, a sharp glint in his eyes. A sudden burst of piercing energy erupted from him and poured into the black spear. Instantly, the spear’s shaft blazed with a brilliant black light, kicking up a storm that swept toward his enemies.

Retreat!

The expressions of the attackers changed, and they shot backward in retreat.

Seizing the opportunity, Ye Wushuang used Floating Light and Shadow to sprint toward the Divine Temple.

At the same moment, not far away, a young man from the Feather Race also took advantage of the opening. He suddenly spread his wings and shot toward the Divine Temple like a hurricane.

"Trying to match the Feather Race in speed? You’re not even close!" The young Feather Race member sneered mockingly as he shot past Ye Wushuang, firing a terrifying arrow back at him.

Ye Wushuang’s expression darkened. He leaped into the air, dodging the streak of light. When he steadied himself and looked again, the Feather Race youth was already entering the Divine Temple with a triumphant smile.

Seeing this, Moo Li and the others, who were still fighting the phantoms, grew furious. They couldn’t believe someone had beaten them to it.

Charge in!

They let out furious roars, unleashing their strongest attacks to annihilate the phantoms as they rushed toward the Divine Temple.

"Who are you!"

Meanwhile, before Ye Wushuang could charge in, a terrified voice suddenly echoed from within the Divine Temple. Then, the Feather Race youth burst out, his face a mask of terror, screaming frantically, "Run! Run!"

RUMBLE!

Right behind him, a gigantic cyan claw shot out, instantly snatching the young man and dragging him back into the Divine Temple.

"AHHH!"

"Let me go! Don’t possess me!"

"Help me!"

Suddenly, a series of blood-curdling screams and terrified cries tore through the sky from within the Divine Temple, as if he were suffering some inhuman torture.

The shocking turn of events happened in a flash. The crowd hadn’t even had time to react, and they all froze in place.

"Fall back!"

Then, as if recalling some peerless horror, sharp cries erupted from the crowd. Terrified beyond measure, they scrambled to retreat.

"Useless! Your aptitude is far too poor!"

Abruptly, a murky voice drifted out from within the Divine Temple. With a BANG, a body was shot out, exploding into a mist of blood in mid-air.

"Damn it all, kid! Lord Cat was wrong!"

"This isn’t an Enlightenment Land, it’s a place of great evil! Retreat, retreat now!"

At that moment, the Dragon Cat’s urgent voice suddenly rang out.

Ye Wushuang’s expression changed drastically. He had seen everything unfold, so how could he not know what had happened? He immediately pushed his speed to the limit and shot backward in retreat.

But the terrifying cyan claw from the Divine Temple was even faster. It shot out, and in an instant, it seized Ye Wushuang and dragged him inside.