Despite the dangers lurking on every side, this place is also a place of opportunity. Every ten years, a special seven-day period arrives. During this period, the dense fog, as if slowly parted by an invisible giant hand, gradually dissipates on its own. Simultaneously, the beasts of the forest, as if drawn by a mysterious and powerful force, dive to the bottom of the lake, never to venture out again. This unique phenomenon gave rise to the four most powerful factions on Uranus—the Fantasy Star Sect, the Spirit Hall, the Mysterious Ice Valley, and the Flaming Sun Alliance. Like four loyal guardians, they each surround the Misty Forest. Each faction is led by a peak-level Venerable ancestor, and their power should not be underestimated.
Whenever this special period arrives, this place becomes like a giant magnet, attracting powerful individuals and adventurers from countless planets and the prehistoric immortal realm, seeking once-in-a-lifetime opportunities. For a time, Uranus was bustling with activity, as various forces converged here, opportunities and crises coexisted, and thrilling stories unfolded one after another.
Today, just as the fog was dissipating, a powerful surge of energy suddenly erupted from Fantasy Star Lake, deep within the Misty Forest. This surge, like a surging wave, spread outward with overwhelming force, clearly foreshadowing the imminent appearance of a rare treasure. As word spread, numerous powerful figures, like arrows from a bow, rushed towards the depths of the forest, their eyes gleaming with greed and desire, eager to capture this unparalleled treasure.
The younger generation of practitioners, like sharks smelling blood, followed closely behind these important figures and swarmed in. After all, if one was lucky enough to obtain just one strand of the Star Ganoderma in this misty forest, it would be enough to help one break through a realm, not to mention the countless other spiritual objects and mysterious relics hidden deep in the forest.
However, stepping into this mysterious land is like stepping into a bloody battlefield. To compete for a single spiritual object, practitioners instantly launched into a fierce attack. Screams, curses, and the clash of weapons intertwined, like a chaotic and brutal melody, echoing throughout the forest.
The deeper one went into the forest, the more precious spiritual objects became, and the fiercer the fighting became. But amidst this chaotic situation, a certain group of people were able to move unimpeded: those from the Celestial Court and the Buddhist sect. They stood high above, radiating a powerful aura. If they set their sights, no one dared to compete for them; they were even forced to offer them respectfully.
This time, the Huanxing Sect was led by Senior Brother Jiang Qingfeng and Second Senior Sister Mo Zixia. The six of them, all dressed in fine blue robes, shimmered softly in the sunlight. The men were handsome and elegant, their figures as tall and straight as pine trees and cypresses; the women were stunningly beautiful, their temperaments as ethereal as orchids in a valley. As the hosts, with the exception of Junior Sister Liu Ling and fifth-ranked Ye Xiaoyan, the others had all been here twice before and were familiar with the area. They were all direct disciples of the current headmaster, Li Hualing, and were known to members of various factions. Furthermore, since this area was Huanxing Sect territory, the sect members were somewhat cautious. When they encountered spiritual objects, they would often immediately offer them to them to avoid competition, which resulted in a rich harvest.
Suddenly, a group of people gathered in front. This scene instantly piqued the curiosity of the extremely curious Liu Ling. A flicker of excitement flashed in her lively eyes. She quickly turned and shouted to Ye Xiaoyan and the others behind her, "Fifth Senior Sister, Senior Brother, come over here quickly! There are a lot of people gathered over there. Let's go take a look!" Before she even finished her words, she couldn't wait to run over first, her steps as light and brisk as a lively deer.
"Slow down! If there's any magical item, don't rush to grab it!" Ye Xiaoyan hurriedly shouted at her, her voice filled with worry, afraid she'd get hurt. Ye Xiaoyan kept giving her warnings as she anxiously chased after her, her steps hurried and her expression tense.
Jiang Qingfeng and the others were also quite helpless. Liu Ling had been like this all the way, full of curiosity about everything. Fortunately, she had never been aggressive, but the situation here was special. They were worried that Liu Ling would get hurt, so they hurriedly followed.
Liu Ling ran to the crowd and stood on tiptoe with great effort. Her fair face flushed slightly from the effort, but she still couldn't see clearly what was going on inside. However, she faintly heard someone inside who seemed to be seriously injured. This person was emitting a sharp sword intent, attracting many people to explore the source of the sword intent. Some even tried to break through the space within his body, their eyes revealing greed and eagerness.
At that moment, Jiang Qingfeng and the others also hurried over. Seeing this, Liu Ling immediately pushed forward, repeatedly shouting, "Please, everyone, make way! Please, make way!" Everyone was about to scold her, but when they saw her attire and recognized her as a member of the Phantom Star Sect, and especially when they saw the powerful aura of Jiang Qingfeng following behind her, clearly a Saint Emperor-level being, no one to be trifled with, they all gave way, their eyes filled with a hint of fear.
Liu Ling finally squeezed to the front and saw a big man with a black face holding up a big knife in his hand. The blade flashed with cold light and was about to pierce the internal space of the scarred young man on the ground.
"Stop!" Liu Ling shouted, her voice clear and resounding, like a yellow oriole escaping a valley, standing out against the clamor. Before the dark-faced man could even begin to speak, she lashed out, unceremoniously, "How can you be so vicious? He's not even dead yet, and you're already trying to break through his inner space and steal his treasure! Get out of here, right now!" She placed her hands on her hips, her eyes wide, a look of righteous indignation on her face.
"You're..." The dark-faced man, not recognizing Liu Ling, was about to curse when he felt a chilling murderous intent lock onto him. He instinctively looked up, only to see Jiang Qingfeng and the others staring at him with murderous intent, their eyes like blades, as if they were about to slice him into pieces. Those who had been standing beside him quickly retreated, keeping their distance, fearing they would be implicated.
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