As the warship descended, Chen Ping supported Ling Xi as she walked down the deck. Wu Hao was the first to come forward. When he clearly saw the sacred spiritual light around Ling Xi and the four divine guards with terrifying auras, he quickly bowed and saluted, “Wu Hao from the Divine Kingdom, pays respects to the Fourth Hall Master! Thank you, Hall Master, for your righteous assistance in saving the Sixth Heaven from disaster!”
“Fourth Hall Master!”
Wu Ji Daoist, Zi Yuan, Ling Yue, and others also stepped forward to pay their respects, their eyes filled with excitement and awe.
They had not expected Chen Ping to really invite a Hall Master from the God King Palace, nor had they anticipated that she would bring such a powerful team.
Zi Yuan quickly walked to Chen Ping’s side, looking him up and down, her eyes slightly red, “It’s good that you’re alright. We were all worried to death.”
Chen Ping smiled and patted her hand, “With the Fourth Hall Master’s help, what could happen to me.”
Ling Xi raised her hand to signal everyone to rise, her tone calm, “Enough idle talk. Where is the Soul Devouring Venerable now?”
Wu Hao quickly replied, “Reporting to the Hall Master, the Soul Devouring Venerable has occupied the Divine Capital City and is rampantly plundering resources in an attempt to restore his peak strength.”
“In that case, let’s strike directly at the heart.”
As soon as Ling Xi finished speaking, she turned and stepped onto the warship, “Wu Hao, gather all surviving cultivators and follow me to the Divine Capital City.”
“Yes!”
Wu Hao was overjoyed and immediately ordered people to send messages to the survivors scattered in various places.
Within a short day, the remaining cultivators of the Sixth Heaven arrived one after another.
Tens of thousands of surviving cultivators, though not many in number, each had eyes burning with the fire of revenge.
When tens of thousands of cultivators boarded the warship, the warship actually began to grow automatically.
Under the escort of three hundred golden-armoured guards, as it advanced towards the Divine Capital City, a ray of hope seemed to rise in the dim sky.
The warship broke through layers of demonic energy. Along the way, any demonic cultivator teams encountered were slain by the four divine guards, allowing unimpeded passage.
Standing at the bow, Chen Ping gazed at the gradually clarifying outline of the Divine Capital City below. Black energy soared in the city, and faint, piercing wails could be heard.
He gripped the Dragon Slaying Sword in his hand tightly, his eyes filled with killing intent.
Ling Xi walked to his side and said faintly, “When the battle starts later, the golden-armoured guards will hold back the demonic cultivator army. The four divine guards will follow me to deal with the Soul Devouring Venerable. You lead your people to clean up the remaining demonic cultivators.”
Chen Ping nodded in agreement, understanding in his heart that Ling Xi was protecting them.
He turned to look at Zi Yuan, Ling Yue, and the others beside him, saying solemnly, “Everyone, today is the day we reclaim the Sixth Heaven and avenge the dead!”
“Avenge! Avenge! Avenge!”
On the warship, tens of thousands of cultivators shouted in unison, their voices breaking through the clouds, overpowering the wails in the city, echoing long in the heaven and earth of the Sixth Heaven.
The golden warship cut through the demonic energy like a sharp sword, speeding towards the Divine Capital City occupied by demonic cultivators.
At this moment, above the Divine Capital City, black energy churned, like a massive black dragon coiling in the sky.
On the city walls, the originally hung cultivator heads were long gone, replaced by black runes. The runes flickered with eerie light, enveloping the entire city in a sinister and terrifying atmosphere.
Inside the city, the once bustling streets were now empty, with only occasional screams and the mad laughter of demonic cultivators.
The buildings on both sides of the streets had long been eroded by demonic energy, becoming dilapidated. The walls were covered with black cracks, as if they could collapse at any time.
Inside the imperial palace, the scene was even more bizarre.
In the centre of the great hall, the Soul Devouring Venerable floated in mid-air, surrounded by countless black soul threads. These soul threads connected to thousands of black soul urns placed around the hall.
Within the soul urns, countless white soul lights flickered continuously, emitting piercing wails. They were the souls of cultivators captured by the demonic cultivators.
The Soul Devouring Venerable’s originally illusory and transparent soul body had now become much more solid. Although still in soul form, his features could now be clearly seen.
