Among the teams entering the Cloud Sea Immortal Palace, there might be about a hundred with Holy Transmission Level talent.
It was not surprising that someone walked out of the main hall ahead of them.
What surprised him was that there were only six teams here.
Chu Xisheng glanced around the ten sealed halls and mused that the thirty-six Cloud Sea Secret Keys and additional spots from the Four Great Demon Clan Sanctuaries, totaling forty teams, might be divided into four sections by Divine Turtle Wanderer’s rules?
Following him, Lu Luanti was looking at Chu Yunyun with a suspicious expression.
Earlier, they both used magic on the stele and, upon leaving the hall, received gifts from Divine Turtle Wanderer.
Chu Xisheng, Jian Cangfeng, and Ji Qianqian each received three bottles of cultivation elixirs, one ’Divine Blood Essence Pill’, and a high-quality magical artifact of Fifth Grade Rank—a generous gift as usual.
She and Chu Yunyun got additional rewards on top of that.
Lu Luanti received an Illusion Spirit Bracelet, a Fourth Grade Lower Tier sorcerer’s artifact with significant power, suitable for her magic as well as her ’Great Ming King Wheel’.
Chu Yunyun received a Fourth Grade Upper Rank Magic Artifact called the ’Eye of Illusion’.
It was a headpiece, currently worn on Chu Yunyun’s head, designed as a ruby shaped like an eye.
Lu Luanti wasn’t jealous, but puzzled.
The reward Chu Yunyun received was superior to hers, indicating Divine Turtle Wanderer’s higher recognition of Chu Yunyun.
Though they both practiced the same magic, Lu Luanti considered her talent in magic to be the highest. She could even improve on the slight shortcomings of the two magic paths with her extensive magical knowledge.
Yet, Little Sister Chu’s results still surpassed hers.
Lu Luanti thought that Little Sister Chu seemed a bit formidable now—
As she was lost in thought, she heard Jian Cangfeng ahead sigh bitterly: "We’re in trouble."
Lu Luanti collected her thoughts and followed Jian Cangfeng’s gaze, furrowing her brows.
"Ten into six? A battle of elimination?"
She looked left and right, swallowing nervously.
In these teams, at least a Second Grade expert was in charge.
The Jianghu Wanderers looked weaker, though.
But maybe not, as Lu Luanti’s sharp Spiritual Sense couldn’t discern their depth.
Zhoou Liangchen also swallowed hard, feeling a bitter taste in his mouth.
Who would have thought that immediately upon entering the Cloud Sea Immortal Palace, they’d face a deathmatch? Would they have to retreat already?
"I wonder if Elder Yan and his team are here?"
He looked to the three still-closed main halls with hopeful eyes.
If Yan Guilai’s team was here, they had hope.
Chu Xisheng remained calm: "It’s not troublesome; we’ll just handle them as they come."
Without overt movement, he took a talisman from the stack in his sleeve and placed it at the most handy position.
This was one of the three First Grade Heavenly Gang Talismans that Li Changsheng had procured from the court—Covering the Sky!
If worse comes to worst, they’d have to use this talisman to resolve the crisis.
However, under the obelisk, the crowd’s gazes were cold.
Deputy Chief Mu Mingqiu sneered coldly.
Handle them as they come? This group is merely Fourth Grade; what military could they withstand or water could they stop?
At this moment, his own situation was even more precarious.
With Ween Zhiyi’s supreme power almost breaching the Immortal Palace Forbidden Technique, he could be killed with a single sword.
The only consolation was that Ween Zhiyi had suppressed her cultivation to Fifth Grade, making her less terrifying.
Mu Mingqiu pondered that to survive Ween Zhiyi’s hands and proceed to the next round, they had to quickly eliminate four teams.
His gaze turned cold, casting towards Chu Xisheng.
In any view, Chu Xisheng’s group seemed the weakest.
Moreover, Chu Xisheng and he had some old grievances.
His former subordinate Sikong Chan was destroyed by Chu Xisheng, falsely accused as a rebel, causing him to be reprimanded by the Chief of the Palace.
’One Sword Overturning City’ Ween Zhiyi also glanced sideways at Chu Xisheng’s group, her brows slightly knit: "Without enough strength, it’s better to leave early rather than lose your life pointlessly."
Ween Zhiyi’s words left everyone slightly stunned, showing surprise.
This ’One Sword Overturning City’ was like an immense ice mountain towering into the Cloud Sky—cold, chilling, fierce, and beyond reach.
Like a celestial maiden untouched by the Mortal World, seemingly regarding nothing in this world worth her attention.
Unexpectedly, she cared about the life and death of the Formless Divine Sect group.
Chu Xisheng also felt surprised, then gratefully cupped his hands: "Thank you for the reminder, senior. This younger generation will definitely act within his means!"
As long as they could shroud the surrounding areas from everyone’s Divine Sense, their odds of passing this round were over ninety percent.
Beside him, Chu Yunyun looked indifferently at Ween Zhiyi.
Her feelings were indeed correct.
This woman was indeed particularly concerned about Chu Xisheng.
Ween Zhiyi’s hands slightly tightened, causing the arm armor to crackle.
Ween Zhiyi tried not to care, but hearing those words made her slightly uncomfortable.
Then, from the crowd, came a mocking voice: "Act within your means? In the end, don’t overestimate yourself—"
That person was a young man from the Supreme Profound Sect. As soon as he spoke, Wu Zhishang’s cold gaze silenced him immediately.