Chapter 102: Where Is the Key!

After enduring two devastating calamities, only twelve remained before reaching the Threshold Palace: four from the Ten Thousand Demons Sect—Da, Leng Linglan, Shui Yu, and Duan Chen; three from the Hundred Flowers Sect—Lin Feng, Chen Yuxi, and Luo Qing; Yuan Qianzi and Huang Yan, united in purpose; and the demon cultivators led by Che Ba, accompanied by two others named Huan Tian and Du Fanrui.

“Brother Lin Feng, where do you think the key might be hidden?” Che Ba chatted with Lin Feng as they searched, the two getting along quite well.

“I have no idea. This island doesn’t seem to have any place suitable for hiding treasures,” Lin Feng replied, shaking his head. He looked up to see everyone frowning deeply, scattered around, searching carefully.

Apart from the sandy beach near the sea, the island was covered with dense vegetation—mostly vines and grasses—with no trees at all. The island’s edges lacked reefs, its beach gleamed silver-white, a rather pleasant scenery.

An hour later, the group regrouped, each bearing a look of regret, having found nothing.

“If I may speak, the key might be on the puppet warrior; perhaps we should shatter it and search thoroughly,” Yuan Qianzi suggested.

“No! What if it revives?” Chen Yuxi said firmly.

“The key definitely isn’t on it. When we first defeated it, it was reduced to ashes!” Lin Feng analyzed. “I think there’s a possibility the key is buried deep somewhere. Why don’t we dig around, three feet deep, and search again?”

Che Ba nodded in agreement. Duan Chen sneered coldly, “And if it’s buried a hundred feet down? Who can dig up the entire island?”

Silence fell again. Without supernatural sight, if the key were deeply buried, they were helpless. Only sect elders or transcendent immortals like the reclusive Mei Yunqi might possess such powers.

“Could it be underwater?” The demon cultivator Huan Tian, who had been staring at the calm sea, cautiously offered his insight.

“Possible!” Yuan Qianzi’s eyes lit up. “Anything on this island—the soil, the grass—could hide the key.”

“Don’t get your hopes up too soon. Countless vicious beasts lurk in the ocean. Who dares dive in to search?” Leng Linglan extinguished their hopes with a single sentence.

After a moment, Lin Feng spoke up, “I think we should first understand the island’s size and shape, then figure out where the key is most likely hidden.”

“Right! Many islands drift on the ocean. We should ascend and observe the island’s shape from above.” Huang Yan applauded. “If it’s a drifting island, the problem may lie underwater.”

“All right! I’ll take a look!” Che Ba shouted, soaring into the air. Huan Tian and Du Fanrui followed closely, while the others, eager to see the whole island, also mounted their treasures and flew up. Lin Feng smiled faintly, standing sword in hand—the only three remaining on the island who did not take to the sky.

“Why aren’t you going up?” Chen Yuxi asked curiously, standing nearby.

“Sister isn’t worried either. With so many going up, it’s not like one less of me matters,” Lin Feng smiled.

Leng Linglan stood on the other side, deep in thought, frowning lightly.

Soon, Che Ba and the others descended from the clouds, exultant. “Yes, this is a floating island! The celestial key could be underwater.”

The answer was clear—but who would dare dive in? Silence fell once more.

“What are you all waiting for? Each of us take one direction and dive simultaneously!” Che Ba commanded sharply.

Yuan Qianzi and Huang Yan both showed grim expressions; only one of them would have to go, and the odds were half-and-half.

“You, old Daoist! Come down with me!” Che Ba clenched his fists, grinning wickedly, eyes bulging.

A sharp gleam flashed in Yuan Qianzi’s eyes, yet he smiled broadly, “This old body will serve all my fellow cultivators. If I’m unfortunate enough to be devoured by a beast, next year, just burn me some paper money.”

“Good! Zang You, you go down. If you die, I will report to Master Xuci and have a memorial plaque erected in your honor!” Duan Chen laughed arrogantly, not caring about camaraderie. His flying sword had just been destroyed, and he was eager to vent his anger.

Zang You, however, was a calm character. He smiled kindly, “My cultivation is the lowest here. It’s only fitting I act as the vanguard and scout for all the sisters, so their robes won’t get stained. Brother Duan, don’t you agree?”

Leng Linglan showed no expression, while Shui Yu giggled approvingly, “Brother Zang sure knows how to talk. When we return to the sect, I will report to Uncle Xuci and the protector for extra rewards for you.”

“Thank you, Sister,” Zang You replied respectfully. Duan Chen’s face darkened; furious, he stepped aside but quickly thought, “What’s the use of arguing with a dead man?” and began laughing coldly, looking up at the sky with a carefree air.

The three groups had chosen their representatives, leaving the Hundred Flowers Sect’s side. Luo Qing looked uneasy.

Lin Feng smiled, “Let me represent the Hundred Flowers Sect.”

“Brother Lin, I should go,” Luo Qing said through gritted teeth. He was the sect leader Junzi Feng’s chosen disciple but forced himself to speak.

“No need to insist, Brother Luo. I’ll go,” Lin Feng said with a smile. Che Ba laughed heartily, patting his shoulder, “Good! The two of us will dive together!”

The four dove into the sea in four directions simultaneously, unaware of the terrors lurking beneath the ocean. Most onshore held their breath in worry.

Leng Linglan flew on her sword, gazing deep into the ocean. Chen Yuxi, suddenly enlightened, followed, also soaring upward. The two beauties—one clad in flowing white, cold as ice; the other with fluttering pink sleeves, soft and elegant—displayed contrasting charms, vying to outshine each other. Those below couldn’t help but steal glances.

The little demoness Shui Yu giggled and soared with the wind, the three forming a triumvirate, dazzling above the island with their breathtaking grace.

Beneath the deep sea, Lin Feng and the other three swam cautiously along the massive reef surrounding the island. The water was clear; aided by their flying sword’s light, they could see everything underwater. Aside from swimming fish and seaweed, no sea beasts or treasures were visible. The four instinctively swam toward the island’s center.

Above, Leng Linglan and the others on watch suddenly paled. From the depths of the Absolute Sea, countless ferocious beasts churned and leapt, surging toward them like a dark tide, waves rolling, hurricanes raging—a veritable army in full force!

The towering waves and terrifying beasts quickened everyone’s heartbeat. This small island could not withstand an onslaught from so many ocean predators. Four still searched underwater. Everyone was shocked, helplessly watching these monstrous creatures draw closer.

“Call them up!” Chen Yuxi screamed, while Leng Linglan swiftly flew toward the shore.

The four underwater almost simultaneously sensed something wrong. The currents grew turbulent, and an earth-shaking roar echoed outside.

Retreat! Before regrouping, they signaled each other and swiftly swam back the way they came.

But it was too late. The sea beasts had reached the island’s edge! The massive dark shadows beneath the surface tightened the four’s hearts. It wasn’t just one or two—innumerable vicious beasts! Despair blossomed. Was there any hope for survival?

On the island, Leng Linglan, dressed as pure as snow, slowly raised her hand. A brilliant white light spread horizontally, slicing through the heads of three emerald crocodiles. Crimson blood instantly stained the sea. Surrounding beasts scrambled, fangs bared, tearing into the wounded monsters, devouring them until no bones remained.

Emerald crocodiles, iron-spined sharks, sea pythons, giant whale sharks… the numbers and sizes grew, crashing waves as if intent on swallowing the entire island!

Just as all hope seemed lost, a glimmer of dawn suddenly appeared. From Yuan Ling Island, a radiant glow erupted, halting the tide of sea beasts, who roared and lashed out in vain, unable to advance an inch.

Boom! Giant beasts leapt from the sea, crashing against the barrier with thunderous sounds, filling everyone with dread.

“Splash—” The four underwater explorers finally surfaced, drenched but unharmed, rushing toward the island’s center without a moment’s rest.

“We must find the key quickly! This formation cannot hold forever!” Yuan Qianzi shouted urgently.

Now, everyone could see the dazzling light barrier dimming under the relentless assault. Soon, all would face the jaws of countless monsters.

Suddenly, amid the raging storms of the Absolute Sea, a towering wave arose. All the howling, thrashing beasts paused, turning to face it as if lining up to greet a king. The clear sky darkened with surging black clouds from all directions, the overwhelming stench suffocating.

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