Chapter 800: Chapter 799: Acquiring the Heptagonal Palace Lantern_1
When Shi Xiaole arrived at Rainbow Island, it was already the sixth day, yet the number of arrivals had not decreased but instead increased. The vast sea area was filled with ships and figures everywhere.
"What a wondrous aura."
The seven-colored rainbow light felt to Shi Xiaole as if it were countless Array Systems compressed and superimposed upon each other, presenting different forms when viewed from various directions and angles.
One thing was certain, the level of the seven-colored rainbow light far surpassed the ordinary realms of the Void Origin Realm, and it was very likely to be an Array System of the peak Void Origin level!
Relaxing his mind, Shi Xiaole followed the flow and rushed into the seven-colored rainbow light.
What appeared before his eyes was a seven-colored passageway, with no one in sight.
As the seven-colored passageway twisted, the surrounding scene changed in a flash, and Shi Xiaole found himself on an island with green mountains and clear waters. In the distance, a group of birds flew by, and nearby there was a small waterfall, with spring water piling up and trickling down the rocks, making a thudding sound.
"Is this Rainbow Island? I wonder what kind of trials there will be."
The world only knew of the dangers of Rainbow Island, but not the specifics, as there were no sources of information available; some even portrayed it as a cannibalistic hell.
The scene before him was not hellish at all but, instead, indistinguishable from a terrestrial paradise. However, Shi Xiaole became even more vigilant, releasing his spiritual power as he decided to explore the situation further.
What Shi Xiaole didn’t know was that, by this time, Rainbow Island was already filled with slaughter and bloodshed.
Those who had entered this place initially were just as confused, with no idea how to find opportunities. Many experts released their spiritual power to search, but instead of finding treasures or precious herbs, they found nothing at all.
Until the third day, when many were losing hope, a Seven-Lantern appeared, floating down from the sky.
Strangely, the light within the Seven-Lantern was not a bright yellow, but a seven-colored light, which continuously changed with each moment, resonating with the seven tassels, and filled with a whimsical element.
At that time, there was a Spiritual-Passage Realm martial artist nearby who couldn’t restrain his curiosity and flew up to grab the Seven-Lantern. Many experts were worried about danger, so they did not stop him, deciding to wait and see what would happen.
Unexpectedly, the moment he grabbed the Seven-Lantern, the Spiritual-Passage Realm martial artist and the Seven-Lantern both disappeared, as if leaving this void completely.
Successive occurrences of this phenomenon, combined with the lack of resources on the island, led people to suspect that the Seven-Lantern was the key to opportunity. Thus, more and more people began to compete for it, and the fighting became increasingly fierce.
However, the appearance of the Seven-Lantern followed no pattern.
Sometimes it would appear in the sky, sometimes it drifted up from the water, and it would even suddenly emerge from within huge boulders; in short, it appeared in myriad unpredictable ways.
This also meant that many experts failed to seize a Seven-Lantern, while those with astonishing luck often reaped the rewards.
In a dense forest.
"My fellows, how about giving some face to the White Water Swordsman?"
A scarred swordsman looked around at the others, his tone a mix of negotiation and coercion.
"How much is your face worth?"
Another burly man scoffed, his gaze sweeping toward a Seven-Lantern floating not far to his right. Unable to hide his greed, he called out to the others, "This man has the highest martial skill among us. Let’s join forces to take him down first and then negotiate from there!"
This proposal was immediately met with widespread approval, as a group of people banded together to attack the White Water Swordsman, launching lethal strikes.
Of course, the White Water Swordsman was not to be trifled with. Seeing the situation turn sour, he turned and ran. The remaining people then started fighting among themselves in a chaotic melee.
Seeing only a few left, the White Water Swordsman came back and attacked with a sinister laugh, but the few left were prepared with their own trump cards, and to everyone’s surprise, all perished together.
"Found it."
Just tens of breaths later, a slightly disheveled teenager with thick eyebrows and big eyes walked over.
His cultivation was only at the Xuanqi Realm. It was a stroke of great fortune that he had survived this long in such an environment. Reluctantly looking at the bodies on the ground, the teenager grabbed the Seven-Lantern and vanished without a trace.
Whoosh!
Almost at the same time, a powerful vigorous air flashed by, cleaving through the rows of trees behind.
"Damn, just a step too late!"
Under the shade of trees, a grey-clothed elder stomped his foot in frustration, but he didn’t dare to waste time and flew off towards somewhere else.
Who knew how many Seven-Lanterns there were left? With one less lantern, there was one less chance.
"Go to hell, all of you!"
Over the expanses of a swamp, a man with a white headband wearing Fusang warrior’s clothing stood with a sinister smile, his long sword sweeping continuously. Numerous warriors fell to his blade, turning into a rain of severed limbs.
"Sir Fujikl is a rare genius in Japan, and these stupid barbarians from the Central Plains dare to provoke him; they’re simply asking for it."
"Heh heh heh, I can’t wait to see the looks on those Central Plains idiots’ faces if Sir Fujikl secures an opportunity from Rainbow Island."
"We’ll definitely see that."
A few other men stood arms folded at a distance, enjoying this one-sided slaughter.
When the man named Fujiki Naoaki stopped his onslaught, tens of thousands of corpses lay at his feet, including a few Terrestrial Immortals.
A Seven-Lantern appeared, rotating in the air.
"Useless fools, claiming to be the assembly of the toughest characters in the Western Seas’ martial world—is this the extent of your abilities?"
Fujiki Naoaki’s voice was cold as he stepped on corpses and walked toward the Seven-Lantern.
"The wise would leave right away. Don’t force me to kill people."
In a flower garden, a handsome man and a beautiful woman stood in front of a Seven-Lantern, surrounded by many powerful arrivals. Someone spoke out loudly and threateningly as a surging blade aura slashed out first, rending the void mercilessly like fabric.
The assailant was an Earth Immortal from the Divine Barrier Realm, and judging by the strike, he had clearly reached the Sixth Tier.
Many people who had come with him cursed their bad luck and thought about retreating.
But just then, a sudden change escalated.
Only ten zhang from the handsome man, the Sixth Tier sword energy suddenly encountered a layer of hard Sword Qi. The sword light fiercely rebounded, and with a loud bang, it shocked the swordsman so much that he retreated a thousand meters, spewing fresh blood from his mouth.
"What?"
The crowd was almost scared to pee.
Just with protective Sword Qi, a Sixth Tier Earth Immortal was seriously injured—who exactly was this young man?
"Let’s go, search for the next one."
The handsome young man took the woman’s hand and attracted the Seven-Luminaries Palace Lantern with his power, not at all avoiding being discovered by others. Indeed, people kept converging on their path, trying to snatch it.
But nobody could hit the duo.
When a top Eighth Tier Earth Immortal from the Western Seas appeared, the handsome young man made his move. With a flick of his finger, hiss, the Western Seas Earth Immortal didn’t even have time to react before screaming and crashing through several mountains.
Hisss!
Everyone stared in shock.
Another Seven-Luminaries Palace Lantern appeared tens of thousands of meters away from the handsome man and the beautiful woman, but no one dared to act, merely watching them easily obtain it and vanish on the spot.
"The man’s moves are accompanied by a dragon’s roar; could he be the Dragon Sword King who, in recent years, has swept through the Divine Barrier Realm unbeatable?"
Finally, someone speculated.
A few years ago, a young couple came to the Western Seas Islands, and it wasn’t long before they made a big name for themselves. Especially the man, with his unstoppable Flying Dragon Sword, no Terrestrial Immortals have managed to last more than ten moves against him to this day.
People honored him as the Dragon Sword King and later on, there were vague reports that he belonged to the Flying Horse Dynasty, where he was known as Young Dragon.
Rainbow Island’s size was unknown, with different corners witnessing battles of varying intensities.
The commotion caused by the Dragon Sword King was big enough, but it was still overshadowed by a pale-skinned middle-aged man with jet-black lips.
Without any visible movement from him, a circle of black ripples spread outwards, destroying everything within a fifty-thousand-meter radius—people, animals, flora—all disintegrated into the air.
The ferocious aura lasted a long time, causing even some Earth Immortals to turn away, scared to take a detour.
"Killing some people here doesn’t seem like a bad idea."
The man with black lips walked through the void, surrounded by as many as dozens of Seven-Luminaries Palace Lanterns, leaving a river of blood wherever he passed.
"Emotionless Whip Emperor, you’ve actually come as well?"
Several days later, a blood-robed old crone appeared opposite the man with black lips.
The Emotionless Whip Emperor laughed and said, "Aren’t you, Bloody River Blade Emperor, here as well? Our lifespans are close to their ends, if we do not make an effort now, we will lose our chance."
The Bloody River Blade Emperor remained silent.
Both she and the Emotionless Whip Emperor were among the oldest Void Origin Martial Emperors. In a few decades, they would reach the end of their three-thousand-five-hundred-year lifespan. Even now, the Bloody River Blade Emperor could clearly feel her vitality decreasing and her strength was not as it had been in the past.
No one wants to die, especially those who once dominated the heavens and the earth, and having heard that someone would gain an opportunity this time, the Bloody River Blade Emperor decided to gamble.
She believed the Emotionless Whip Emperor felt the same way.
"One thousand years ago, the Thousand Dark Poison Emperor entered this place. I wonder if we could see him."
Seemingly remembering something, the Bloody River Blade Emperor suddenly laughed. However, her smile quickly faded away.
The expression of the Emotionless Whip Emperor across from her also turned ugly because both had thought of another person at the same time—a person who had brought them a thousand years of shame and fear.
"They should all be dead by now, especially that person, who might even have turned to ash."
"Even if they’re not dead, we have no need to be wary."
...
Obtaining the Seven-Luminaries Palace Lantern depended not only on strength but also on luck. Shi Xiaole’s luck wasn’t very good; he found nothing for six days straight.
As the half-month was about to pass, he had an intuition that he would miss out on something.
The thirteenth day.
The fourteenth day.
Before he knew it, the last day arrived.
As a result of the layers of mental power scanning, Shi Xiaole finally discovered a Seven-Luminaries Palace Lantern, as did many others who desperately rushed there.
"Whoever blocks me, dies!"
"All of you, get lost!"
"The treasure is mine, Three-Aspect Wanderer says so!"
Only a few thousand meters away from the Seven-Luminaries Palace Lantern, multiple Vigorous Air energies violently collided. Among them, three were the most powerful; the weakest reached a mid-level Sixth Tier while the strongest was a low-level Seventh Tier.
The others felt disheartened with their steps halting. When faced with life-or-death, opportunity took a back seat.
But to everyone’s surprise, someone dared to snatch from the jaws of death, rushing to the forefront while the three Earth Immortals were intensely battling—it was a green-clad young man appearing to be no more than twenty years old.
"Seeking death!"
The three Earth Immortals turned their attacks, almost simultaneously blasting their ultimate moves at the green-clad young man.
Many exhibited smirks of scorn. To pluck chestnuts from the fire, one must have the skill.
But soon, everyone’s eyes widened in disbelief.
The green-clad young man, without even looking back, casually swung his sword behind him. One stroke was all it took; the threefold ultimate moves crumbled like tofu under his sword. Amid the Earth Immortals’ cries of horror, the young man had already seized the Seven-Luminaries Palace Lantern.
