The God of Sky and Earth

Loud explosive sounds shook the earth and the reinforced square cracked like a spider web due to immense pressure.

The sky was filled with flying gravel and dust!

The ground, spanning over a thousand meters, started shaking violently like an earthquake. The terrifying pressure surged like a tidal wave, causing everyone to stop in their tracks.

Duanmu Xiaoman’s icy eyes looked down upon the crowd, commanding them like a ruler. She calmly said, "No one needs to take the lead, and those who don’t want to go don’t have to stay at Yutian Palace!"

As soon as the words fell, her figure drifted away, followed by an even more immense wave of energy.

Duanmu Xiaoman’s eyes gazed into the distance, faintly looking at the back peak of Zhongzhen peak. Then, like a graceful swan, she quickly flew into the rift in space.

Leaving behind the frightened crowd of Yutian Palace, Jun Haotian, who had just volunteered, witnessed an incredible display of absolute power, and his eyes were filled with awe.

Suddenly filled with energy, Jun Haotian took a step and folded himself into the crack in space.

"Let’s go!" whispered a disciple of Yutian Palace.

Instantly, many disciples of Yutian Palace rushed into the crack in space like a tidal wave, their radiance shining, and the crack crackling with electricity. Hundreds of Yutian Palace disciples entered in an orderly chaos.

"Splash!"

"Don’t let Jun Haotian get ahead! Hurry!"

"Yutian Palace disciples, charge!"

In the midst of roaring and rising dust, the disciples who could participate in the Yutian Soul Race were the luckiest of the lucky ones. Now, they dare not waste a moment and all hope to catch the Palace Master’s attention.

Until everyone had entered the space crack, only the people from Lingyue Peak and the Princely Elders sitting on the high platform remained in the square.

Long Poshan suddenly stood up, his robes billowing, his gaze fixed on the space crack. His eyes gradually filled with shock as he exclaimed, "Old folks, let’s go too!"

Luo Wuya and the other Princely Elders also stood up. They looked at Elder Gu Yue below the platform and spoke calmly, "Elder Gu Yue, please hurry. Don’t let Palace Master Duanmu and the others wait!"

Gu Yue, however, had a serious expression on her face, with a hint of hesitation. Han Yurou and Achu behind her also had solemn faces and remained silent.

Not a single person showed any signs of moving. Han Wulong, seeing that Lingyue Peak was not moving, felt like an outsider being from Wuliang School and didn’t want to interfere. He stood still, his expression solemn.

After a few moments, the back peak of Zhongzhen Peak appeared, with distant green mountains, misty white fog, and a sense of tranquility infused with mystery.

Gu Yue sighed, swung her sleeves, and said to the Princely Elders, "Let’s go! Whether it’s good fortune or fate, Su Xiaozhi will bear it himself! The Yutian Soul Race, it begins!"

"Chang’er, Ran’er, Chuan’er, and Sect Leader Han, Yurou, let’s go!"

As soon as the words fell, a terrifying energy wave spread from under Gu Yue’s feet, and the surrounding air seemed to freeze. In an instant, it rushed towards the space crack, one by one, the people behind her, with serious expressions, entered the crack.

Broken Sword Sea, a dangerous place in Yun Region.

Because there is a cliff standing in the center of the sea, which resembles a sword, it is named Broken Sword Sea. There are also rumors that an ancient sky-killing sword has been passed down in the Broken Sword Sea, and opinions vary.

And it is unfathomable beneath it, with natural pressure in its seawater. The deeper you go, the higher the demand for spiritual energy. Many martial artists and soul cultivators have perished here. Inside, there are an astonishing number of weapons of the deceased soldiers, and this is true.

When Xi Wuqing saw the Floating Silver Wood in Yun Region’s Nine Star Valley, he mentioned that Broken Sword Sea produces Floating Silver Wood, but it’s all below ten thousand meters.

And back then, Xi Wuqing, who was a third-grade disciple in the Yuan Emperor Realm, could only dive to a depth of less than five thousand meters underwater, showing how dangerous the Broken Sword Sea is.

Hidden among them are years of residual energy or sea demon beasts, making it a paradise for the major mercenary alliances, thief brigades, and adventurers.

The sky at this moment is dark and gloomy, with the compressed dark clouds resembling a lurking beast, and the roaring thunder and wind foreshadowing the approaching storm.

Amidst the lightning and thunder, the atmospheric pressure of the entire sky has reached its lowest point. The people from the Yutian Palace, who are standing on the high ground by the shores of the Broken Sword Sea, have a serious expression on their faces because the turning point of their celestial mastery career, the Yutian Soul Race, is about to begin.

"Bang!"

As the spatial rift closes, flickering electric currents surge like white pythons, and Elder Gu Yue, accompanied by the Lingyue peak, finally lands on the cliff top.

"Whooshing!"

The sea breeze is fragrantly sweet, with a hint of danger in the air. Everyone held their breath slightly.

Elder Gu Yue took brisk steps and approached Duanmu Xiaoman. He spoke softly for a few moments before speaking loudly.

"Today’s Yutian Soul Race combines soul detection with four other activities, using the dangerous underground of Broken Sword Sea and the natural spiritual pressure as fair assessment criteria. Alchemists and weapon craftsmen will compete from one to seven kilometers, with each kilometer corresponding to a different level of medicine or Dharma Tool."

Gu Yue paused and looked around at the silent faces of everyone before continuing slowly and calmly.

"For example, if you want to refine a Heavenly Grade medicine, you need to go down to a depth of six to seven kilometers. Every kilometer interval, the Palace Master has marked a flat ground for you to find. Only then can you begin the refining process. The natural spiritual pressure inside can help you achieve results quickly, but success still depends on each individual! It is a must to reach the corresponding depth, otherwise it won’t work!"

"Splash!"

Immediately, the entire Yutian Palace, including the elders and disciples, had a drastic change in their expressions. The spiritual pressure at the bottom of Broken Sword Sea is not to be taken lightly, even for those who practice soul energy all year round.

Plus, if there are demon beasts in the sea causing trouble, this competition will be tens of times more difficult than the Yutian River.

Just as Long Poshan and others were about to speak, Luo Wuya pulled them back and whispered, "Today is not about selecting talents, but about going to the Sky Wind Ranked Battle to fight for Yutian Palace! Think it through yourselves! The Palace Master has his own ideas!"

Immediately, all the Princely Elders fell silent. Yesterday, Luo Wuya was specifically called in by the Palace Master, and all the discontent in his heart had been resolved.

Furthermore, after all, alchemy and forging only require finding a place to practice. Achieving Heavenly Grade and Earth Grade skills takes time, not something that can be done overnight.

If you want to refine a xuan-grade item, sinking to a depth of four to five thousand meters is enough. For the disciples of Yutian Palace, this pressure is not difficult compared to cultivating martial arts and soul control, which are much simpler!

Elder Gu Yue continued, "The registration process and selection will proceed as before. Although this time we are mainly selecting people to participate in the Sky Wind Ranked Battle, disciples specializing in alchemy and forging who can achieve first place will also become key cultivating targets for Yutian Palace. So, don’t worry."