The nineteen Protectors of the Mother Goddess Cult were streaking through the sky like a radiant rainbow at blinding speed. Among the three leading Sacred Protectors, the woman with the venomous tail glanced downward, her eyes shimmering with revolving tower-shaped formations. Invisible ripples emanated from her gaze, sweeping across vast stretches of land below, scanning every inch of territory they passed.
“Protector Qian,” the burly man gripping a wooden staff transmitted anxiously via mental voice, “We’ve been inside the Chaos Flying Vessel for two days now, scouring numerous regions, yet we still haven’t found its core! Meanwhile, those cultivator Venerables, aided by the formations bestowed by the Bloodblade Divine Emperor, have inflicted heavy losses upon us, depleting much of our combat strength. If this continues, it bodes ill for us.”
The golden-furred ape calmly replied, “Endure! We carry few treasures of significance, and the true danger will come only when we locate the core of the Chaos Flying Vessel.”
“I understand, but we’ve already searched most of the vessel’s inner domains, prioritizing the most likely locations based on our deductions. By our estimates, we should have found it by now. Yet, after all this time, we still haven’t succeeded.” The staff-wielding man’s heart was restless with anxiety. The elite Protectors were of great assistance to the three of them.
Without the support of these elite Protectors, relying solely on the three of them?
Dongbo Xueying, the White Monarch, the Waterfiend King—one-on-one, they might not lose, but if a horde of Venerables joined forces, bolstered by formations and other means, along with the likes of the Annihilation Emperor and the Sorcerer Locust Emperor joining the fray, the three Sacred Protectors would eventually be worn down to death. Fortunately, they had many allies aiding them, but now their advantage was no longer so pronounced.
“Haa…”
The venomous-tailed woman continued her relentless search.
In the distance lay towering, undulating mountain ranges. As the Mother Goddess Cult Protectors flew overhead, the woman’s eyes swept downward, the tower formations within them swirling as invisible ripples cascaded below, covering the vast mountains.
Suddenly—
“Rumble~~~”
The ripples triggered something.
The entire mountain range began to tremble violently, and a terrifying aura surged upward, spreading outward. This vast, icy presence swept over the Mother Goddess Cult Protectors, sending a shiver through each of them, an involuntary dread creeping into their hearts—a clear sign of the overwhelming disparity in power.
“This is it!” The venomous-tailed woman, the golden-furred ape, the staff-wielding man, and the other elite Protectors all gazed excitedly at the quaking mountains below.
Whoosh!
A group of cultivator Venerables materialized in midair nearby—the Annihilation Emperor, the Sorcerer Locust Emperor, Dongbo Xueying, the White Monarch, the North Profound Palace Master, the Infernal Grand Marshal, the Fire Devil Venerable, the Bamboo Mountain Mansion Lord, and others. Their eyes, too, were fixed on the trembling mountain range below. The surging, icy aura that erupted from the depths sent a jolt through Dongbo Xueying and his comrades.
“Such a malevolent aura,” Dongbo Xueying thought as the energy brushed past him, sensing its cruel, wicked essence.
Powerful beings carried their will within their auras. Pang Yi’s presence was gentle and warm; Qing Jun’s was domineering, as if crushing all beneath his might. Dongbo Xueying’s aura was restrained yet sharp, lacking the aggressive malice of great fiends or demons.
…
“Have they found the core?” The Matriarchs within the Mother Goddess Cult stirred with excitement, their faces alight with anticipation.
The Chaos Flying Vessel was a thing of legend.
Their home universe, now decaying and collapsing, had only records of it in sacred texts—none had ever seen it in person. Thus, their search for its core relied on the crudest methods.
Still, they at least knew something.
The cultivators’ universe, like Dongbo Xueying’s, was utterly in the dark. They didn’t even know its true name, dubbing it the “Dongtian Flying Vessel” instead.
…
“What is this?”
In the starry void outside the Chaos Flying Vessel, the ten Dominators watched the unfolding events with shock.
Though the cultivators had explored the vessel many times before, never had such a commotion occurred.
“North Profound, come at once,” the Bloodblade Divine Emperor commanded.
Swiftly, aided by a teleportation formation, the North Profound Palace Master arrived before the Divine Emperor. The surroundings blurred into chaos once more, obscuring the view from the other Dominators.
A mere moment later, clarity returned, and the North Profound Palace Master departed in haste.
“Bloodblade, what do you intend to do?” asked the Bloody Dominator, Niro.
The Bloodblade Divine Emperor coldly observed the vessel. “What can we do? We must respond with everything we have!” He said no more. Had there been no suspicions, Niro’s questioning would have been natural. But with doubts in mind, the Divine Emperor sensed something overly proactive in the Bloody Dominator’s demeanor.
“The critical moment has arrived. Victory or defeat will soon be decided,” the Primordial Originator murmured, gazing distantly into the vessel. “Who would have thought that after all this time in our universe, we never realized the vessel’s true nature, while the Mother Goddess Cult uncovered it?”
…
Within the world of the Chaos Flying Vessel.
High above, the Mother Goddess Cult Protectors and the cultivator Venerables remained at a standstill, their attention fixed on the quaking mountains below. The Protectors conserved their strength, their goal being control of the vessel. With the cultivators holding back, they were content to wait. Dongbo Xueying and his allies, too, refrained from acting rashly, knowing this was the decisive moment—one misstep could spell disaster.
A formation’s phantom flickered and vanished.
The North Profound Palace Master had returned.
“Rumble~~~”
Deep beneath the trembling mountains, something unknown was rising steadily from the earth. It was an enigmatic object—visible only to the naked eye. No other method, not even the Void World, could detect it. As it ascended, dirt and rocks cascaded away, revealing its true form.
“A statue?” Dongbo Xueying was stunned. The other Venerables and the Mother Goddess Cult Protectors were equally astonished—none had expected this.
Emerging from the depths was a colossal statue.
It depicted a silver-bodied man clad in violet armor, his metallic form resembling forged metal, his eyes like two massive crimson gems. Eyebrowless, his gaze seemed calm, yet that very calmness sent a chill through every Venerable and Protector present.
They all sensed it—this was an entity steeped in countless slaughters. Even as a mere statue, it exuded a lifelike dread.
“You have finally awakened me,” the statue spoke, its lips curling into a smile. Its words were in an unknown tongue, but at this level of power, language was superficial. Dongbo Xueying and the others grasped its meaning beyond words.
“I am the Seventh Holy Son under the Bone Ancestor—Gu Qianluo,” the statue’s voice boomed across the heavens. “I am gravely wounded, and my Chaos Flying Vessel is stranded in this universe. But you are fortunate, for I require your aid.”
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