Chapter 602

Chapter 602: Welcome to the New World!

A vast, enclosed space suddenly unfolded before their eyes.

As Wang Chen stepped out of the flying ship, his gaze swept across the surroundings, and a faint suspicion stirred within him.

This place seemed more like a cavern than an underground passage; the rock walls appeared as though they had been meticulously carved by sharp blades, unnaturally smooth and even.

Embedded within the rock walls were luminous stones that emitted a soft glow, evenly illuminating the entire space.

A towering dark brown structure stood ahead, capturing the attention of all the cultivators, including Wang Chen!

The Tower of Heaven?

Wang Chen was momentarily taken aback.

The shape and color of this tower bore an uncanny resemblance to the Ancient Tower of Heaven he had encountered in the Biluotian secret realm, though it was notably shorter in height.

Yet, it still radiated an aura of grandeur, antiquity, and mystery!

A flicker of curiosity gleamed in Wang Chen’s eyes.

“This is the Tower of Heaven,” the black-robed ferryman declared with pride. “The gateway to ascend to the Haotian Realm!”

Excitement rippled through the crowd.

Ascending to the upper realm and stepping into the celestial domain was the ultimate aspiration of countless cultivators in the Mountain-Sea Realm.

Yet, so few achieved this feat that when a grand sect’s elder successfully ascended, it was celebrated with great pomp and ceremony.

They were merely Purple Palace cultivators, yet here they stood, on the brink of immortality.

The Path to Heaven lay before them—how could they remain composed?

Only the imposing presence of the ferryman, a Golden Core elder, kept the crowd from erupting into chaos.

The ferryman led the group to the base of the Tower of Heaven and, with a flick of his hand, dispersed a stack of silk papers.

Each person received one.

The Golden Core elder spoke coldly, “Those who smuggle themselves to the upper realm must accept that life and death are fated; the risks are yours to bear. Seal this contract as proof!”

It was indeed a contract!

The terms were straightforward, echoing the ferryman’s words: each person would bear the consequences of their actions.

It also served as a final opportunity for anyone to reconsider.

But the cultivators who had come this far had already paid a steep price; how could they retreat now?

One by one, they pressed their magical seals onto the contracts and handed them back to the ferryman.

Not a single person hesitated.

The ferryman inspected each contract, then swept his robe sleeve aside. “Enter!”

As his voice faded, the entrance to the Tower of Heaven rumbled open, and a brilliant light poured forth.

The cultivators exchanged glances and filed inside, one after another.

Those who dared to smuggle into the upper realm were neither lacking in courage nor determination; when it came down to it, they made decisive choices.

Wang Chen followed the crowd into the tall tower.

The light emanating from within the tower, though not blinding, completely obscured his vision, rendering the interior scene invisible.

The moment he stepped into the tower, Wang Chen felt as though he had entered a void, losing all sense of gravity and control over his body.

His vision was filled with shifting lights and shadows, as if he were traversing an endless space-time tunnel.

Though he couldn’t see anyone else, faint whispers surrounded him, like murmurs or the sounds of breathing and heartbeats.

Gradually, Wang Chen’s consciousness slipped into chaos, and his spirit detached from his physical form.

……

In the Haotian Realm, Yongzhou, on a vast desolate plain.

Rumbling sounds echoed.

The sky was overcast with dark, churning clouds, deep gray masses swirling and colliding, while lightning snakes danced within.

Dazzling flashes of electricity intermittently illuminated the expansive wilderness.

The entire world seemed on the brink of collapse!

Suddenly, a sleek flying ship broke through the storm clouds and landed steadily on the deserted plain.

The next moment, the cabin doors opened, and countless cultivators poured out in an orderly fashion.

Clad in matching uniforms, they quickly dispersed across the wilderness and plunged their magical talismans into the ground.

A large formation was constructed at an astonishing speed.

Moments later, three elegantly dressed cultivators emerged from the flying ship, riding on sword light.

They hovered above the nearly complete formation.

The three cultivators were remarkably young, each possessing striking looks and a spirited demeanor, with a lightly prideful air about them.

The one on the left asked, “Seventh Brother, this is the right spot, isn’t it?”

“Of course,” replied the questioned cultivator, his lips curling into a confident smile. “This was the result of my father’s consultation with the elder. The piglets ascending from the Mountain-Sea Realm will land right here this year!”

“Seventh Brother,” the one on the right eagerly rubbed his hands and pleaded, “Can I pick an extra one?”

“What are you thinking?”

Before the seventh brother could respond, the left cultivator interjected, “Three piglets should be more than enough for you. Don’t be greedy, or you might end up overwhelmed!”

The right cultivator shrank back at the reprimand.

Just as he was about to argue, the seventh brother suddenly shifted his expression and raised his hand, signaling, “They’re coming!”

At this moment, the large formation on the ground was fully set up, and all the cultivators retreated to the periphery, poised for action.

Above them, thunder roared fiercely, and the rumbling sounds were ceaseless.

Lightning struck down at the center of the formation, instantly condensing into a massive glowing sphere.

The sphere was translucent, and within it, countless distorted figures could be faintly seen.

The three cultivators in the air gazed with gleaming eyes.

This operation was nothing short of perfect; both the location and timing were impeccably chosen, promising substantial gains!

Three breaths later, the clouds dispersed and the thunder ceased in the sky.

The glowing sphere on the ground shattered silently.

Hundreds of cultivators appeared, some sitting, some standing, all with dazed expressions.

“Haha!”

From his elevated position, the seventh brother laughed heartily, his eyes glimmering with extreme greed as he surveyed the cultivators.

“Welcome to the new world!”

“Get to work!”

As his words fell, the formation surged to life!

At the moment the seventh brother declared victory, Wang Chen in the crowd snapped out of his daze.

Though he saw neither the three cultivators in the air nor sensed the giant trap he was in, his intuition screamed warnings at him, sending chills through his entire being.

It was this naturally keen intuition that enabled Wang Chen to react quicker than others by at least half a breath.

Without hesitation, he activated the talisman in his hand.

He had quietly taken this talisman out before entering the Tower of Heaven, holding it in preparation for any unforeseen circumstances.

As it turned out, Wang Chen’s cautiousness was absolutely correct!

The talisman disintegrated in an instant, enveloping Wang Chen in a dazzling light.

In a flash, he penetrated the still-unfolded formation barrier and vanished into the vast desolate plain.

Almost simultaneously, hundreds of beams of spirit light shot off in all directions.

It felt as if a hornet’s nest had been stirred.

Without a doubt, Wang Chen was not the only one who had prepared ahead!

Seeing this scene, the seventh brother, who had thought victory was assured, felt as if he had been slapped hard and barked, “Chase them down! Whoever catches one will earn five hundred Intermediate Spirits!”

A massive hunt had begun!