Trials of the Abyss-Chapter 605: A Sword Named Wooden Coffer

Li Zhaotian's voice carried unshakable confidence.

Gui Mu alone was already powerful enough to confront Long Xiao head-on. The added might of the barrier practically guaranteed that Long Xiao's attempt to break through it was doomed to failure.

Keep an eye on the Nine Heavens Thunder Divine Tree and the Mirage Dragon Pearl, Li Zhaotian advised. Long Xiao didn't take them with him, meaning he's still wary of the situation.

I don't know if he can hear our conversation within your Chaos Firmament. So, don't ask where I am for now.

Li Zhaotian's voice remained light and relaxed.

Pang Jian fell silent.

Meanwhile, his Chaos Firmament, formed from his Immortal Divine Soul, continued to destroy the remaining lightning vortexes.

His method of battle was bizarre, unlike anything the others had seen.

In the eyes of Yu Xin, Zhou Yi, and Lu Qinghe, it was as if the vast starry skies from beyond the Abyss had descended on the lightning vortexes.

The starry skies, a manifestation of Pang Jian's Heavenly Daos, bore the radiance of the sun, moons, stars, and five enigmatic celestial domains corresponding with the five elements.

When it descended, the lightning vortexes would simply collapse and unravel.

Billions of fine lightning arcs streaked out with every lightning vortex that fell.

The Nine Heavens Thunder Divine Tree absorbed it all, slowly growing ever larger.

When the last of the lightning vortexes dissipated, the Mirage Dragon Pearl, in the form of a pillar, abruptly condensed into a dragon eye.

That terrifying gaze of that eye seemed capable of peering through the world itself.

The watchful eye could see the entire vast expanse of the Sacred Soul Continent, the resting Rock Bear, the Ancestor of Ten Thousand Mountains, Su Wanrou, and Pang Jian, still in the form of the Chaos Firmament.

No disturbance, no matter how minute, could escape the scrutiny of the dragon eye across a thousand li range.

If Li Zhaotian's aura revealed itself for even a moment, the dragon eye, formed from the Mirage Dragon Pearl, would perceive it, and Long Xiao would immediately return.

Breaking the barrier was merely Long Xiao's last resort.

The optimal solution was to unleash a cataclysmic thunderstrike after finding Li Zhaotian, annihilating his still-forming divine body and divine soul in one fell swoop.

Unfortunately, no matter how he searched, Long Xiao simply could not find a trace of Li Zhaotian.

***

Outside the True Dragon Hall in the Dragon Lair Sect in the Sacred Soul Continent, the Poison Scourge had reduced some dutiful Rank Eight Great Feys to ashen-white skeletons.

The flesh and souls of these Great Feys corroded within the poisonous mist of the Poison Scourge, dissolving into wisps of toxin that seeped into the corrupted Su Wanrou's Dharma Idol.

Long Xiao's descendants had left long before the Poison Scourge could reach them.

The Dragon Lair Sect was eerily silent as the fleeing dragons and members of the Fey Race had yet to return.

A small wooden sword, no thicker than a finger, was embedded in a corner of the True Dragon Hall's eaves.

This sword was called Wooden Coffer, and it had a self-contained world within.

When Li Zhaotian arrived at the Dragon Lair Sect with the Sword Pavilion, he had secretly planted Wooden Coffer underground while unleashing thousands of sword lights and sentient spirit swords.

Wooden Coffer only emerged from underground after the Poison Scourge engulfed the area, embedding itself at the corner of the True Dragon Hall's eaves.

At that time, Long Xiao was locked in a fierce battle against Su Wanrou, and the Rock Bear was busy evacuating the Fey Race from the Sacred Soul Continent.

No Fey God, Fey King, or Great Fey noticed any disturbances near the True Dragon Hall.

Long Xiao's relentless search for Li Zhaotian was in vain, for he was inside the Wooden Coffer.

***

The inner world of the sword was shaped like a small wooden pavilion replica of the Stargazing Platform.

Inside this pavilion, Li Zhaotian sat cross-legged, his divine soul and the Fortune within his sea of consciousness still merging.

"Almost there, just a little longer." A faint smile curled at his lips, his demeanor calm and unhurried.

The plight of the human race appeared inconsequential to him at this moment.

Pang Lin wandered curiously about in the wooden pavilion, having arrived through a small door at the lowest level of the Sword Pavilion.

The blue-robed, rotund man had been the first thing she had seen after stepping through.

His eyes were closed in a perpetual smile, with wisps of crystalline radiance rhythmically flowing in and out of his nostrils, mouth, and ears.

"Girl, let me explain the method of merging one's divine soul with Fortune to you. It won't hurt for you to get familiar with it early. You'll ascend to godhood one day as well." Li Zhaotian grinned, "After all, few have attempted to ascend to the True God Realm twice like me.

"I have experience from my first attempt. This time will naturally be faster, smoother, and easier than before.

"Listen carefully."

Li Zhaotian had the leisure to teach Pang Lin, even while communicating with various True Gods through the barrier.

***

Outside the Sacred Soul Continent, the nine lightning vortexes had finally dissipated completely, with the Nine Heavens Thunder Divine Tree devouring all the scattered lightning.

The divine tree had since grown to nearly a thousand zhang in height.

The Mirage Dragon Pearl, resembling a dragon eye, hovered atop it, exuding an aura of majesty as it surveyed the surroundings.

The Chaos Firmament vanished, reforming into Pang Jian's Immortal Divine Soul.

Gazing at the Nine Heavens Thunder Divine Tree and the Mirage Dragon Pearl, he said, "Senior Su..."

Before Su Wanrou stood the Ancestor of Ten Thousand Mountains, Ah Man, while behind her was Rock Bear, but the two powerhouses did not resume their assault even after she had broken free.

Like her, they were also looking up at the sky.

"They're not making a move, so let's just wait for now," Su Wanrou said calmly. "If we can keep a Fey God and the Ancestor of Ten Thousand Mountains occupied, it's our victory. Whether they're occupied through battle doesn't matter.

"I'm just worried..."

Her delicate brows knitted slightly.

"Little Lin is still in the Sword Pavilion. I know she has the protection of the divine swords, but I still worry for her safety."

A faint smile appeared on Pang Jian's lips. "Don't worry, she's fine."

Before he had dispelled the Chaos Firmament, his master had already told him that his younger sister, Pang Lin, was no longer in the Sword Pavilion.

Pang Lin was likely wherever his master was. No one in this world, aside from Li Zhaotia,n knew her true whereabouts.

A spatial mirror suddenly materialized.

The leader of the Nine Tribes Sect stepped out from the spatial mirror with a sigh. "Lin Qiyang and Li Chu are dead. Two True Gods have fallen in succession."

"Qiyang knew he would die. Gui Mu will aid in his reincarnation," Su Wanrou said calmly.

"Mm, but we've still lost two battle-ready combatants," Li Wang replied.

"Li Wang!"

"Sect Master..."

Lu Qinghe and Zhou Yi simultaneously cried out in shock before attempting to escape toward the lower worlds.

A brilliant spatial blade instantly tore Zhou Yi apart, obliterating his soul in an instant.

As Lu Qinghe descended, he hastily summoned the White Bone Gate, but the piercing spatial blades shattered it into pieces.

Lu Qinghe was not as fortunate as he was in the Imperial Dominion. With a mere flick of the hand, Li Wang killed him.

"Pang Jian, where is your master?" Li Wang casually asked.

Pang Jian stared deeply at Li Wang. "It's been a long time."

Li Wang was silent. Then, his form shifted, morphing into Luo Hongyan.

"How did you recognize me?" she asked coldly.

Su Wanrou's face paled with shock.