Chapter 372: Cooking? Not A Problem
Chapter 372: Cooking? Not A Problem
Instinctively, Wang Xuan felt a surge of care towards her. Whether discussing the new covenant in the real world or her recent intervention against Zheng Yuantian to protect him, she had always watched over him.
A tingling sensation, like a mild electric shock, spread through Wang Xuan as he momentarily held her arm, the part exposed beyond her white sleeve, which was as smooth and delicate as ivory.
He quickly withdrew his hand, aware that in their spirit forms, any touch felt too intimate.
"Thank you, Immortal Fang!" Wang Xuan beamed with a radiant smile. Why feel awkward? They were comrades in arms, and acting with a clear conscience was what mattered.
Fang Yuzhu gave him a surprised glance. His progress, now on the verge of the Free Wanderer realm, was astonishing. Every encounter seemed to leap beyond expectations.
"Each time we meet, you inspire awe," she said with a slight smile, her snow-white attire giving her an ethereal glow, as if she stood bathed in the light of a divine moon.
"Master Wang really holds his own, standing alongside the supreme immortal of the Immortal Realm without flinching," Chen Yongjie mused internally.
His thoughts wandered, noting that neither Wang nor Immortal Fang were married. Seeing them together felt just right, especially visually appealing.
Fang Yuzhu, with her dignified beauty and extraordinary presence, was a true luminary of the transcendent realm, captivating as a solitary figure against any backdrop.
She glanced at him momentarily.
Chen Yongjie immediately became introspective, wary of further speculation. Such top-tier immortals could, in a thought, perceive others\' innermost thoughts.
Elsewhere, celestial lights pierced the sky, and the mountains trembled under the force of ongoing battles among other powerhouses.
"You\'ve not only survived but advanced," Fang Yuzhu softly remarked, showing surprise and admiration in her luminous eyes as she took another look at him.
"I was shaken to my core, forced to consume heavenly herbs to endure, and then I broke through," Wang Xuan shared, choosing to remain modest in front of such a pinnacle figure. He maintained a tranquil state of mind, not wanting to overstep or have his inner thoughts detected.
Far off, the aftermath of the tumult still lingered, though the epicenter gradually calmed. The surrounding lands continued to undulate as if in a prolonged echo of the conflict.
The red-clad demon immortal, after a final retching, straightened her slender waist and darted back into the fray, her figure slicing through the air. She resumed her fierce battle for the gleaming blue crystals.
Elsewhere, with a thunderous crash, Zhang Daoling was sent flying, caught off guard.
The elderly man in the spacesuit, with a radiant halo at his brow, approached with determined strides. Utilizing a formidable psychic field, he twisted the profound fabric of reality, exhibiting an astonishing power.
Identified as the "Evil Queen," supposedly thriving in a muddled temporal space, he too coveted the blue crystals.
Zhang Daoling turned sharply, his expression no longer affable but icy, "Evil Queen, dare to lay a hand on me, wishing to be erased from existence across all times? The moment comes, you shall vanish without trace from any era."
As a founder of a sect, his demeanor was no longer approachable. With a light reprimand, chaos unfurled beneath his feet, transforming into dragons and tigers that bore him forth like a divine arrow piercing the sun, formidable and unmatched.
Riding upon the chaos dragons and tigers, Zhang Daoling wielded his corroded copper mirror, casting a dazzling beam that shattered the Evil Queen\'s psychic field.
"Do you know who I am? Do you know what I do on a daily basis? Subduing demon emperors, eliminating demon kings, capturing malevolent spirits! To offend me is to seek death!"
In an instant, Zhang Daoling charged, his presence overwhelmingly powerful. White light steamed from his head, piercing the heavens, while the dragons and tigers beneath him roared, shaking the entire psychic realm.
In a flash, he collided with the Evil Queen, causing clouds to surge and psychic energies to explode like a mushroom cloud, filling the sky with celestial mists.
Bang!
Zhang Daoling, with his copper mirror firmly in hand, struck the old astronaut\'s helmet squarely, causing it to shatter instantaneously. The helmet disintegrated, sending fragments flying in all directions.
"Old Zhang\'s truly fierce!" Wang Xuan exclaimed in awe, witnessing the rare sight of Zhang Daoling engaging with and battling the Shen King, a spirit untouchable and unseen by the ordinary.
Ten miles away, the sky was ablaze with crimson radiance as the demon empress ascended, her long skirt dancing among the heavenly arrays, accompanied by a surging red sun. She traversed the heavens in a spectacle of grandeur.
Engaged in fierce combat with Qi Teng, she once again overpowered her opponent, causing the ancestor of celestial beings to stagger back, blood of the primordial spirit trickling from the corner of his mouth.
Suddenly, the psychic world dimmed as if engulfed by a monstrous cloud of dark energy, instantly submerging the realm in shadow.
Amid the dark mists, a figure stood tall between heaven and earth, immense and boundless, its eyes shining like stars, illuminating the cosmos like sun and moon.
With a single palm strike towards the red-clad demon empress, the psychic realm thundered and collapsed. The emergence of such a formidable presence sent shivers down everyone\'s spine, their souls trembling.
The Demon Ancestor had arrived!
"Qi Yi, do you seek enmity with me, wishing to erase your name from this world?" The red-clad demon empress turned, her status as a rising power undeniable, yet she remained incredibly formidable. With a graceful lift of her hand, she launched an assault towards the heavens.
Beneath the vault of heaven, within the black mists, the towering figure was terrifying, its form vastly surpassing mountains, its eyes as vast as blood-red lakes, a presence to be feared.
Their physical disparities were evident, yet their confrontation was not one-sided. The immense figure did not gain the upper hand; rather, the delicate figure seemed more dominant, her power earth-shattering, her extraordinary energy sweeping across the realm.
One, the red-clad demon empress; the other, the ancient Demon Ancestor—two peaks of the demonic realm clashing. Her slender palm repelled the imposing hand, her magic flooding like a deluge, as splendid as the galaxy, piercing through the darkness with explosive force.
In the psychic realm, a fierce battle unfolds between the red-clad demon empress and the Demon Ancestor. A delicate figure clashes with a colossal form matching the heavens in stature, their confrontation intense and awe-inspiring.
Simultaneously, Qi Teng, the ancestor of celestial beings, lunges forward with a celestial furnace in hand. Emitting billions of strands of celestial light, accompanied by endless flames, he targets the demon empress.
At that moment, from the darkness, a demonic blade emerges, sharp beyond compare, slicing through the psychic void as if bifurcating the world itself, cleaving the realm in two.
This is the Demon Ancestor, with a square face and bushy eyebrows, ruthless in attack, aiming a deadly strike at the demon empress\'s head, seeking to sever her fate with a single slash.
The dazzling blade light illuminates the psychic world!
With three masters converging, seizing the opportunity, they jointly launch an assault, aiming to capture the red-clad demon empress.
Upon witnessing this, Fang Yu Zhu, enveloped in light rain and clad in white, swiftly traverses the sky, diving in to assist at the earliest opportunity.
However, en route, a figure cuts her off with the grandeur of a divine river, vast and majestic, his energy robust, side-attacking the female sage and blocking her rescue attempt.
He is Zheng Yuan Tian, who, not long ago, sought to capture Wang Xuan but was repelled by Fang Yu Zhu. Now, he stands in the way of the foremost sage among the females.
As light rain scatters, their magical confrontations collide, emitting a brilliance that stirs the soul, like a river of stars pouring down, akin to two suns colliding and shattering. The area radiates with splendor, mountains tremble, deafening echoes fill the air, and celestial mist floods the scene like a tidal wave.
Chen Yongjie is shaken to the ground, hastily retrieves his soul-locking bell to stabilize the void and himself, nearly being flung miles away.
"Old Zheng\'s truly formidable, holding back before?" he remarks with a grave expression.
Wang Xuan, with a solemn look, adds, "He may not match Fang Yu Zhu, but his strength is undeniably extraordinary, worthy of being one of the few exceptional beings in recent ages to ascend the highest spiritual realms and successfully harvest heavenly herbs."
The main root of the silver heavenly herb buried in his life soil, though Zheng Yuan Tian may harvest crops later, Wang Xuan indeed benefits at this stage.
Whispering, Wang Xuan muses on the grand spectacle before them, suspecting a decline in realm among the battling titans, weaker than their display in the tenth layer of psychic remnants.
Gripping the banner tightly, he reveals a plan to Chen Yongjie, who immediately grasps the intent, understanding the move to exploit the conflict over the blue crystal, a substance so close to reality it\'s invaluable to transcendents.
Wang Xuan proposes a bold strategy to dislodge the \'true crystal\' from Zheng Yuan Tian, pledging to fight with all his might while ensuring Chen\'s safety for the critical moment of seizing the prize.
Chen, although apprehensive about confronting Zheng Yuan Tian, is swayed by Wang Xuan\'s confidence in their enhanced powers within this psychic realm and the promise of potentially groundbreaking gains.
“Are you getting ahead of yourself, Patriarch Wang?” Chen jests, yet the allure of the \'true crystal\' and its significance in forging a new mythic era compel them towards daring action, risking it all to intercept Zheng Yuan Tian.
As the battle over the blue crystal escalates, unleashing devastating energy across the psychic landscape, they ready themselves for a daring interception, driven by the possibility of securing a transformative power even as their world teeters on the brink of collapse.
In the distance, Qi Lian Dao, the second son of the Demon Ancestor, and his band of demons had just neared the area when a sudden force blasted them away, causing him to cough up blood with a gasp.
Witnessing this, Chen Yongjie saw the entire group swept aside as soon as they showed their faces, struck by an indiscriminate force, freezing him in place with a soul chilled by fear.
“It was a lapse in judgment to agree to this. Didn’t you see? Those supreme beings\' energy ripples tossed Qi Lian Dao and his ilk aside with mere aftershocks,” he thought in trepidation.
Wang Xuan reassured, “No worries. Qi Lian Dao might have fallen from the realm of Transcendence. Plus, he lacks any supreme divine artifacts. See? We\'re unscathed.”
Steeled by resolve, Chen Yongjie solemnly nodded, gripping the fishing rod and bait, his mouth biting on a divine conch, crowned with the silver helm of the soul-locking bell, readying for his heroic return to action.
Wang Xuan surveyed the battlefield, poised for the opportune moment. There was no turning back; having decided to confront Zheng Yuan Tian, they aimed to weaken him at any cost.
“To prevent Old Zheng from growing stronger and sparing the world from his future tyranny, seizing his Primordial Crystal is our unshakable duty!” The duo psyched themselves up, bolstering their resolve and bravery for the daring deed ahead.
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In the tumultuous realms of the transcendent, chaos reigned as many saw their powers wane, even the revered Sword Fairy was not spared.
In a desolate mountain, beneath the soil, the miniaturized Sword Fairy gazed down at herself, frustration boiling over. Despite her efforts to grow, she found herself regressing, her youthful visage now plump with baby fat, her previously sparkling eyes now ablaze with fury. Flopping onto her back with a loud exclamation, she began to roll about, unleashing sword energies in her vexation, bemoaning her perpetual youthfulness.
"Is the world forcing me to emerge prematurely? This is infuriating! Why can\'t I grow up?" she lamented amidst her turmoil.
Elsewhere, in the vast emptiness, a venerable black fox gazed skyward with a sigh, mourning the loss of a realm in his cultivation. "This is a dire turn; the transcendent world grows increasingly hostile," he noted, a sense of foreboding hanging heavy.
In the world of witches and wizards, a dragon soared to the heavens, its demeanor suggesting a desire to abandon the planet once more.
Meanwhile, in the elven kingdom, a Sun Elf, aglow with golden radiance within the ethereal forest, ascended skyward, inquiring, "Have there been any human spacecraft spotted recently?"
Each, in their own realm, faced the encroaching decay of their once-stable worlds, hinting at a broader crisis unfolding across the fabric of the transcendent domains.
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In the vast expanses of outer space, beyond the Old Worl, within an ethereal realm of spirits, a fierce battle raged.
Zheng Yuantian, wounded by the formidable female ascendant, spewed a mouthful of primordial soul-blood, plummeting in a particular direction.
Wang Xuan, seizing the moment, launched a swift and sudden attack. Merging with the Slash God Banner, his speed, built upon his already formidable strength, increased more than tenfold, almost tearing through the fabric of the void itself.
With a whoosh, the banner unfurled, emitting a resonating hum, distorting the spiritual world as its golden radiance swept across, striking Zheng Yuantian and sending him flying once again.
Most crucially, four pieces of the blue crystal, harbored within Zheng Yuantian\'s soul, were dislodged by the impact.
Wang Xuan, exerting his full strength, followed up with another strike, fiercely swinging the Slash God Banner to deliver a blow directly to Zheng Yuantian\'s face. The banner\'s terrifying capability, specialized in annihilating the spirit, with its golden grid interlocking, nearly breached and severed Zheng Yuantian\'s essence.
In truth, as Wang Xuan initiated his attack, the female ascendant also made her move. A surge of radiant rain steamed up, immobilizing the void, aiding in securing Zheng Yuantian, facilitating Wang Xuan\'s actions.
With a swift motion, Fang Yu Zhu retrieved two of the radiant blue crystals of creation.
From another direction, Chen, the Fishing God, decisively acted. The ancient fishing hook glided across the sky, its dim light unassuming yet profoundly effective, looping around two crystals and vanishing without a trace.
Wang Xuan immediately retreated to safeguard Chen, realizing upon approach the extraordinary nature of the blue crystals. They were akin to cores of truth, immensely beneficial to him.
His spirit stirred, pondering, "If absorbed and refined, there\'s a real possibility of further elevating my realm. With such advancement, even returning to the real world, I might no longer fear Zheng Yuantian."