0p0 Chapter 2392
Chapter 2392
As expected of the top holy sons and daughters of the realm, their minds were clear and their inspirations were bursting forth. Chen Xuan only gave a few pointers, and everyone instantly understood and their inspirations flowed like a spring, deducing more profound effects of the blessing of fortune.
"That's exactly right. In this battle for destiny, both sides will inevitably fight to the death." Chen Xuan narrowed his eyes, a wisp of gray-white Daoist energy condensing at his fingertips, reflecting the shattered phantom of the Immortal Ancient Battlefield. He then recounted the secrets of the Immortal Ancient Realm that the little tower had told him.
"At the basic level, luck affects the power of a super god-demon combined formation; it can rise to the level of a duel between two supreme beings or quasi-emperors. The outcome of a battle blessed by luck is enough to determine the survival or annihilation of a civilization."
"That's absolutely right!" Dao Yi nodded, his tone solemn. "Imagine if a Supreme Being or Quasi-Emperor could have been invincible with their Imperial Weapon, but due to the suppression of Heaven's fortune, they couldn't fully unleash their power and ultimately missed their chance to win. That would be a catastrophe for the entire civilization!"
Everyone expressed their opinions, and the discussion continued heatedly.
This gathering of the younger generation of the Flame Dragon Realm lasted for several hours, until dusk fell, when everyone bid farewell and returned to their respective army camps.
Streaks of light, like shooting stars, pierced the sky, each carrying its own Daoist essence and fighting spirit, before dissipating into the horizon.
The junior brothers and sisters of Chen Xuan's lineage stood outside the Immortal Mansion, gazing at the flowing light filling the sky, their hearts pounding with excitement—the war of civilizations was both a desperate situation where bones would be buried on the battlefield, and an opportunity to rise against the heavens and become famous throughout the world. Their eyes were filled with eagerness and determination.
Subsequently, Yu'er, Piaoxue, Bai Qianhuan, and others volunteered to return to the Immortal Abode Secret Realm to continue refining the simplified version of the God-Demon Combined Formation, striving to add more combat power before the battle.
With a wave of his hand, Chen Xuan sent the group into the immortal mansion. At this moment, only Qiu Zixian, Xia Jiuyou, and Lu Xueqi remained by his side.
Chen Xuan turned around, his gaze deep and burning with affection. His voice was soft, but it carried an undeniable firmness: "Once the great battle begins, you will stay by my side and take charge of the command. Do not stray far from me—with me here, I will protect you."
As Qiu Zixian gazed at the black-clad, white-haired youth before her, memories of their first encounter in the mortal realm flashed through her mind.
At that time, she was the incarnation of a saintly goddess, and only regarded him as an insignificant young man. She never imagined that in just three or four thousand years, this figure who was once despised by her would grow into a pillar that could shelter her from the wind and rain and support her.
"Yes, my husband." She stepped forward and hugged Chen Xuan tightly. Ignoring the other two people present, she stood on tiptoe and planted a gentle kiss on his cheek. "If there's nothing else, I'll go practice the formation with my sisters. I won't hold you back."
Chen Xuan nodded and smiled slightly, condensing spatial runes at his fingertips, and with a wave of his hand, he sent Qiu Zixian into the Immortal Abode.
"Brother Chen Xuan, I don't want to be protected by you alone!" Lu Xueqi grabbed his arm, her brows and eyes sharp and fierce, reflecting the phantom of a large army in her gaze.
"My army of 108,000 celestial beings has completed its training. In the next few years, I will focus on improving the overall combat strength of the Yao Guang Holy Land army and becoming your strongest support!"
"Okay, I believe you." Chen Xuan raised his hand and gently brushed away the stray hairs from her hair, his smile tender.
"Then I'll take my leave now, Brother Chen Xuan, Sister Jiuyou." Lu Xueqi turned to look at Xia Jiuyou, winked playfully, and with a flash, she transformed into a streak of green light, carrying with her youthful vigor, and sped away.
After everyone else had left, only Chen Xuan and Xia Jiuyou remained atop the towering mountain. Their black robes and white hair contrasted with each other's white robes and blue hair, their garments fluttering in the mountain breeze. The only sounds in the world were their breaths and the soft rustling of the trees, a tranquil and timeless silence.
With no outsiders around, Xia Jiuyou shed her usual restraint. Her clear, large eyes gazed quietly at Chen Xuan, a complex mix of emotions swirling within them—reverence, attachment, and fear of death.
Chen Xuan smiled and reached out to take her slightly cool hand in his. With a gentle pull, he drew her curvaceous and boneless body into his arms.