Chapter 1520 - 441: I Was Entrusted to Take You Away

"This is..." She couldn’t help but stretch out her elegant hand to gently touch the edge of the grinding disc, her fingertips just barely touching the icy surface, and suddenly, her pupils constricted.

A chilling sensation that made her skin crawl surged from her fingertips straight to her Spirit Platform, causing her to shiver involuntarily.

Lu Yuanjiu stepped forward to investigate, touching the grinding disc lightly with her jade hand, but immediately withdrew as if shocked, exclaiming in surprise, "This aura... so strange, I’ve never encountered such a mineral before."

Seeing this, Cao Zhengyang stepped forward to explain: "This object is from an era too ancient to trace its provenance, and its primary function is as the key to the Gravity Zone in the rear."

Saying this, Cao Zhengyang demonstrated, and the two of them nodded thoughtfully.

Just as the five were about to delve deeper, suddenly, an extremely terrifying pressure descended from outside.

Even an ear-splitting roar erupted.

Their faces changed drastically, Lu Yuanzhi and her sister instinctively attempted to tear apart the void but found the surrounding space seemed sealed, remaining completely still.

"Go!" Lu Yuanjiu promptly decided, spiritual power wrapping around the three of them for a quick retreat.

As they rushed out of the Earth Dao, they all held their breath involuntarily—

The firmament was collapsing.

A colossal hand seemingly cast from molten gold was crushing layers of cloud seas, pressing towards the earth with overwhelming force.

The lines in the palm resembled ancient divine inscriptions, with every recess flowing with the Power of Law that made all creation tremble.

"It’s the giant hand from last time!" Cao Zhengyang exclaimed in shock.

The Taiqing Sect Protection Array activated in response, the tri-colored barrier shaking fiercely, emitting a mournful wail on the verge of shattering.

The Lu sisters trembled all over, the pressure emanating from the palm made them genuinely feel the suffocating presence of death.

"Who on earth is the opponent? Even after all this time, they haven’t given up!" Lu Yuanjiu stood fully alert, yet before this world-ending threat, felt deeply powerless.

"Boom—"

The ground cracked open into an abyss, the halls of the main peak toppled over.

Disciples of the Taiqing Sect poured out from all directions, looking on in horror at this apocalyptic scene.

Just then, countless golden chains infused with temporal energy shot forth, ensnaring the giant hand like a heavenly net.

Everyone breathed a slight sigh of relief—because last time, it was just like this that they managed to repel the giant hand.

Sure enough, when those golden chains appeared, the palm suddenly caved and twisted, as if it had hit an invisible world barrier.

"A moment of eternity, tracing back three thousand zhang! I beg you!"

The next instant, a voice echoed from beyond the nine heavens, carrying an indescribable poignancy of ancient times as if traversing boundless epochs.

With the sound of the words, the sky-covering giant hand abruptly froze, then disintegrated inch by inch like a bubble, eventually dissipating into a rain of gold across the vast heavens.

Witnessing this, everyone’s tense heartstrings finally relaxed.

But soon enough, someone reacted—when the giant hand retreated a century ago, it left only a heavy sigh, but this time, it clearly spoke eleven words.

Mo Xingjian’s brow furrowed tightly.

For some reason, he felt a familiarity in the voice, but he just couldn’t recall it.

Moreover, what did the words mean?

Who was it pleading with?

"Master!"

A sword light pierced the sky, Li Daoxuan anxiously arrived using Sword Control.

This chief disciple of Divine Peak saw the two Lu elders present and immediately bowed respectfully.

Cao Zhengyang’s wide sleeves fluttered as he spoke solemnly, "You’ve arrived just in time. Quickly summon the uncles and elders stationed at the four major sects back here, and tell them—"

His voice suddenly lowered, "The calamity of annihilation is upon us."

Li Daoxuan’s pupils constricted, he accepted the order and quickly departed.

Afterward, Cao Zhengyang looked gravely at the Lu sisters, "This is already the second time. Taiqing Sect is on the brink of danger, we must make an immediate decision."

Lu Yuanzhi also bore an expression full of worry, as the current Taiqing Sect was her home too: "Sect Leader, do you have a plan? Are we migrating the entire sect?"

"Migration..." Cao Zhengyang chuckled bitterly, his eyes flashing with melancholy, "With the opponent’s ability to traverse heaven and earth, even if we fled to the ends of the earth, it would be hard to escape their grasp."

"Perhaps..." Lu Yuanjiu’s eyes flashed as she spoke solemnly, "Are we to leave a legacy?"

Cao Zhengyang nodded slowly: "Exactly. We cannot put all our eggs in one basket."

The five shared a glance, silently consenting.

Moments later, Cao Zhengyang gazed at the deep Earth Dao: "Should we go inside once more? I haven’t introduced the deeper areas to the two elders yet."

Lu Yuanzhi shook her head slightly: "No hurry, the teleportation array behind Divine Peak leads to the four major sects, it will take only the time of a cup of tea for them to return, we should decide on a strategy first."

"That’s fine too!" Cao Zhengyang agreed, and the five of them headed directly to the council hall.

...

Soon, Peak Masters from various peaks returned to the council hall with their Direct Disciples.

Inside the hall, discussions were rampant, the atmosphere tense.

Sitting in the corner, Ghost Mastiff looked grim.

He had just returned from the Golden Thunder Sect and upon hearing the news of the golden giant hand reappearing, a shadow settled over his heart.

"Senior Brother!" Yan Xiaohu squeezed through from the rear with Luo Lingling.

Luo Lingling looked at the assembly of fellow disciples in the hall, her brows furrowed with worry, "Yaoyao’s Soul Lamp has been extinguished for half a year, we still don’t know how Old Fourth is doing?"

Ghost Mastiff secretly transmitted, "The world outside is more perilous than we imagined, but don’t forget, Old Fourth has Four Flowers Gathering at the Crown, he’ll surely be alright."

Luo Lingling’s tense shoulders slightly relaxed, just as she was about to speak—

"Sister Luo!"

A clear, bell-like child’s voice suddenly rang out.

A little girl of about five or six years old bounded down the White Jade steps, her pink dress fluttering like a butterfly, and in an instant leapt into Luo Lingling’s arms.