Chapter 189 Chaos Sea

The sacred pillar has been restored and now stands tall and majestic, exuding an ancient and desolate aura.

Xiaobai took the lead, his small figure standing on the huge divine pillar, but he looked extremely determined.

"Come on, little junior sister. We will follow you." Yan Jinjin waved his little fist below and cheered for his little junior sister in a baby voice.

Under the divine pillar, countless monks surged in like a tide, roaring and scrambling to climb up.

"ah……"

A shrill scream cut through the sky.

Another monk who had finally climbed to the top was violently knocked away by an invisible force when he took the last step. He fell like a kite with a broken string, and his life or death was unknown.

"Tsk, there are cannon fodder every year, but this year there are especially many." Nangong Wentian commented with his arms folded across his chest, with a sly smile on his face as if he was watching the fun.

Only Xiaobai and his group seemed to be protected by an invisible energy shield. Although they felt pressure, they were safe and moved forward steadily.

Finally, they reached the top of the sacred pillar.

The view in front of me suddenly opened up, and a boundless, strange sea filled with a chaotic atmosphere stretched ahead.

"This is the Chaos Sea, also known as the Wuwang Sea." Jing Gan, who had been silent all this time, finally spoke in a low voice, "After crossing this sea, you will reach the legendary Three Heavens."

He paused, and glanced at the crowd: "Everyone here may have seen some real fragments of the past. It is difficult to distinguish the true from the false. Keep your heart."

As soon as the words fell, the scene in front of Xiaobai suddenly distorted and changed.

Inside the majestic temple, on the Nine Dragon Throne, a man dressed in imperial robes and with unparalleled majesty was talking in a low voice with someone below.

The man's figure was shrouded in a thick fog, and no matter how hard Xiaobai tried, he couldn't see his face clearly.

But an inexplicable sense of familiarity and a chill that made her heart palpitate rose from the bottom of her heart.

"This person...I seem to have seen him somewhere?" Xiaobai muttered to himself, his brows tightly furrowed.

"Junior sister, what's wrong with you?" Senior sister Nan Ningxia noticed her abnormality and asked with concern.

Xiaobai shook his head and suppressed the strange feeling: "Nothing, let's keep going."

The Chaos Sea is unpredictable, sometimes with raging waves and sometimes as calm as a mirror, reflecting all kinds of bizarre illusions.

I don’t know how long it took, but a hazy outline of land finally appeared in front of me.

"That's the third heaven." Li Xiaoran was cheered up.

Everyone quickened their pace and finally set foot on the legendary land.

However, the scene before them made them all stunned.

Everywhere you look, there are broken walls, shattered palaces, and collapsed statues. Although the former glory can be vaguely seen, it is full of desolation and deathly silence.

"This is... the God Realm?" Bai Yanyan was a little incredulous. "Why is it like this?"

"It seems that the war back then was even more brutal than we imagined." Fan Wuzhi looked solemn.

Xiao Bai looked around, but a bigger doubt arose in his heart: "Strange, why can't I feel Bai Ze's breath here?"

She didn't know that the moment she stepped into the third heaven, in this ancient divine realm that had been sealed for countless years, in the hidden corners, the long-silent seals were quietly beginning to loosen and disintegrate.

Full of doubts, everyone explored the ruins cautiously.

As they walked, the scene before their eyes changed again, as if they had passed through an invisible water curtain, and they came to a strange market.

The vendors here all have a long aura and unfathomable cultivation levels. They are all immortals who have lived in seclusion.

The goods they sold were even more bizarre, and many were relics of gods that radiated divine light.

"Wow, there's something interesting here." Lin Jingxuan's eyes lit up, as if he had discovered a new world.

Xiaobai glanced at the stalls one after another, and suddenly, she stopped in front of an inconspicuous stall.

The stall owner was a haggard old man with a few seemingly ordinary antiques in front of him.

One of the jade slips, which was the size of a palm and covered with cracks, inexplicably attracted Xiaobai's attention.

"Boss, how much is this?" Xiaobai pointed at the jade slip and asked in a baby voice.

The old man raised his cloudy eyes and glanced at her, then said hoarsely, "For those who are destined to meet you, three pieces of top-grade immortal crystals."

Xiaobai bought the jade slip without hesitation.

His divine sense probed into it, and a line of ancient characters appeared in his mind: "Taichu Tribulation Plan."

"The Taichu Tribulation Plan?" Xiaobai was stunned and turned to look at Jinggan, "Jinggan, have you heard of this?"

Jing Gan frowned slightly, thought for a moment, and shook his head: "I've never heard of it. The word Taichu is too complicated. This plan doesn't sound like a good thing."

Xiaobai seemed to be thinking about something, and suddenly he remembered the old stall owner. He seemed to want to sell the jade slip to him very much, and there was a subtle urging in his eyes.

"The old man who sold things to me is a little weird." Xiaobai whispered.

"What's strange about that? I think he's just an old man who wants to close his stall early." Yan Jinjin didn't care.

"No, it's the look in his eyes." Xiaobai shook his head, his eyes sharpening, "Let's go and take a look."

The group quietly followed the old man's breath.

The further they chased, the more desolate and dilapidated the surrounding environment became. Finally, they came to a desolate place called the "Dead Zone".

The old man's figure was standing quietly not far ahead.

However, when they got closer, they were shocked to find that the old man had turned into a lifelike stone statue at some point.

The stone statue maintained a hunched posture with a strange smile on its face.

Xiaobai's pupils suddenly shrank as he stared at the stone statue's outstretched right palm.

On the palm of the stone statue, there were several small but clear patterns carved with a sharp weapon.

"This is my medicine cauldron!" Nangong Wentian exclaimed in surprise.

"And there is my foreshadowing." Li Xiaoran's face changed drastically.

"My divine sword..."

"My formation-breaking drum..."

Several senior brothers and sisters recognized that the pattern engraved on the palm of the stone statue was exactly the pattern of their own natal magic weapon.

Xiaobai's face was tense, and a chill ran from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

The moment they approached the stone statue in front of them, the last faint trace of life wave completely dissipated, and it turned into a cold dead object.

"This... this is simply a bait, a trap specially prepared for us." Fan Wuzhi's voice was dry.

"Oh my goodness, this is a chain trap. First it was the jade slip, then this stone statue. Who is behind this?" Lin Jingxuan felt his scalp tingling.

Xiaobai looked at the stone statue, his mind filled with doubts.

This stone statue, this pattern, this so-called "Taichu Tribulation Plan"

Everything seemed like a carefully choreographed drama, and they had just stepped onto the stage set by others.

"These guys are really playing tricks." Xiaobai gritted his teeth, and deep in his dark pupils, a raging fire was burning.

She felt that a huge conspiracy web targeting her, and even implicating everyone around her, was slowly tightening.