At this moment, the Prince of Stars paid no attention to the whispers around him, but instead looked up at the sky. The most update n0vels are published on novel•fire.net
After a moment, his cold voice echoed through the abyss: "Ten minutes left. If you haven’t arrived by then, it will be considered as forfeiting."
Immediately, the abyss was in an uproar.
However, just as the Prince of Stars finished speaking, an ordinary yet firm, gentle yet resonant voice came from the depths of the abyss.
This voice seemed like a whisper from one person, yet also like a shout from thousands.
This voice seemed to stir some emotion deep in everyone’s hearts, driving the heartbeat of all the abyssal people.
As the voice resounded, the previously unchanging and unfathomable Deep Sea Domain, weighed down by the virtual shadows of ancient beasts and icy cold aura, suddenly began to transform.
The densest, purest, most singular, most complex, and vastest red appeared.
That speck of red was like a speck of lava, weak yet clearly burning at the sea bottom.
This speck of lava was like a small flame in a world of ice and snow, tiny and weak, yet tenacious and robust.
At the same time, the voice reappeared, now carrying an unstoppable force:
Instantly, the point of red heat surged upwards, overwhelming everything.
It was like a speck of Lava Law in a field of autumn wheat, spreading rapidly with the gust of wind.
The red speck grew denser, dyeing the entire deep sea red in a short time.
"My people! My people! My people!"
"Creators of history! Recorders of time!"
"Specks of lava can ignite the sky!"
"Mighty! Unyielding! Kind!"
Songs flooded in, as if chanting, or as if reciting poetry.
Sophie’s latest composition, "Song of Destiny"!
And as the song was sung, a cry soared to the sky.
This is the voice of the Phoenix!
Accompanied by the Phoenix’s appearance, seven or eight Kings of Magical Beasts shot up from the abyss depths, their grand presence suppressing all else.
The deep sea illusion shattered in an instant, leaving only the raging lava flames.
The weak point transformed into lava that could consume everything!
Yet, the intelligent species of the abyss felt no scorching heat; instead, they felt waves of warmth.
For example, Lady Bingbing, whose cheeks had regained their rosy hue, no longer pale as before.
It wasn’t just the deep sea illusion.
When the red point spread, the killing intent of the chaotic countries in the extreme west popped like bubbles, and the cold from the Eternal Freeze Court dissipated like a breeze.
Only the ancient beast shadow of the Holy Life Alliance shrank back instantly when the red hot point appeared with a "biu".
The Minotaur Chief grumbled, "That kid is really uncanny, who would want to confront him head-on..."
At this moment, the Kings of Magical Beasts had already formed a pentagon at the top of the abyss, seemingly awaiting something.
Thus, with the increasingly urgent singing, a ball of flame shot into the sky, like a meteor intent on piercing the heavens.
In the ball of lava flame, one could vaguely see a person riding a lion in a sprint.
On one side of the lava, turbulent waters rushed upward, carrying Garoce and his five followers riding within a Green Water Giant Snake.
On the other side were fifty members of the Black and White Knight Order, entangled in black and white colors.
The black and white light and rapid stream accompanied the lava flame soaring upwards, followed immediately by the silhouettes of other humans.
For example, Count of Tulip followed right after the lava flame, looking relaxed as he and fifty others were transmitted by the white light straight up to the top of the abyss.
The other minor nobility of Gula did the same, each following the lava flame to the abyss top.
"This is... Count Linke!"
"Indeed! We of the abyss are the strongest!"
"Yes! We of Gula are the strongest!"
The crowd was overwhelmingly excited, shedding the oppression that had previously subdued them.
At this moment, Lin Ke halted at the highest point, riding forth steadfastly on the Molten Lion, his voice resounding throughout the abyss, and along with the broadcast, across the entire continent:
"I will... lead the charge!"