Throne of Seals: White Tiger's Power Lock, I am the God of War

Chapter 97: Entering the Realm, the Official Beginning

A day and a night passed quietly.

As the sky began to lighten, Huang Shuo slowly stood up and turned his gaze to Ling Xiao.

A full day and night have passed, yet the Dream Temple has still not appeared.

Feng Yao stood silently at the front of the line, his crimson-gold pupils never closing for a moment.

He had already noticed that the spatial fluctuations at the bottom of the lake were becoming more and more frequent, as regular as a heartbeat. Clearly, the appearance of this temple was closely related to the operation of celestial phenomena, and dawn was the key moment.

Although the demons were strong, they lacked patience. Huang Shuo's frequent checks of his watch had already revealed his inner anxiety.

Just then, a strange tremor suddenly gripped everyone's mind.

The group, who had been cultivating with their eyes closed, all opened their eyes at the same time and looked toward the source of the aura.
The surrounding air distorted slightly, and the breath of nature suddenly became viscous. Every breath felt like inhaling a rich life force, and even the demons felt a long-lost comfort at this moment.

The lake water ahead rippled slightly, then grew larger, and suddenly a column of water several meters high gushed out from the center of the lake, which then rapidly expanded.

An intensely rich life force surged in from all directions, and in the twilight of dawn, the dreamlike temple finally rose slowly from the bottom of the lake.

The emerald green palace roof was the first to emerge from the water, and clear lake water cascaded down the glazed roof.

The entire palace was crystal clear, with flowing green light, and radiated a precious glow in the dawn light.

As it fully rose, the surrounding life force reached its peak.
The bushes grew wildly at a visible rate, soon towering above everyone's heads.
The floral fragrance was so rich it almost solidified, and even the air was imbued with a sweet scent.

"You may enter now; it's all up to fate," Ling Xiao said to Huang Shuo in a deep voice.

Huang Shuo nodded and turned to look at a young man in black.

The young man stepped forward slowly and nodded slightly. "Abao, be careful."

"Hmm." The young man in black responded, lightly touching the ground with his toes, and floated towards the temple first.

Moonlit Night, Leng Xiao, and other demon youths followed closely behind.

On the human side, Feng Yao took the lead, guiding Long Haochen and the others along the path paved with shrubs towards the temple.

He deliberately walked in front, his golden peripheral vision always fixed on A Bao's back.

The 100-meter distance was covered in an instant, and when the two sides reached the shore, there was a clear 10-meter gap between them.

Feng Yao could clearly feel that A Bao's gaze was scrutinizing, as if he was gauging the opponent's strength.

The ten members of the Temple Alliance had no clear leader and were required to act independently once inside the temple.

They entered through the gap in the thick green crystal pillar. The originally rich life force suddenly faded away, replaced by an ethereal freshness. The air was free of impurities, yet it faintly exuded an unusual quality.

Feng Yao entered the temple, where he was greeted by an endless expanse of green light, as gentle as a newborn life.

As Ling Xiao said, stepping into this green light means truly entering a dreamlike paradise.

With one step, a halo of light flashed, and the two figures were instantly swallowed by the green light.

……

Feng Yao felt the green light around him suddenly tighten, as if gripped by an invisible hand, and then abruptly release. When the feeling of weightlessness receded like a tide, he found himself standing on a desolate black stone plain.

"A separate teleportation?" Feng Yao muttered to himself.

Just moments before, as the green light engulfed everyone, he glimpsed Long Haochen being swept away by a stream of pale golden light, clearly indicating that everyone had been transported to different areas.

"It's more direct than the trials of the Tower of Eternity." He flexed his wrists, his eighth-order spiritual power slowly circulating within him, though it had been compressed to the peak of the sixth order. The green light stripped away not only spatial distance but also a portion of cultivation, clearly intended to put everyone on a level playing field.

A low roar came from afar, and several black magical beasts with bone wings were staring at him, their eyes flashing with greedy red light.

Feng Yao's lips curled into a cold smile, and crimson-gold battle qi condensed into a halberd shape in his palm: "Perfect for stretching my muscles."

At the same time, Long Haochen opened his eyes in a dense ancient forest, and the Azure Divine Light Sword automatically appeared in front of him.

He could sense a faint hostility emanating from the surrounding trees, and something seemed to be wriggling beneath the layer of fallen leaves at his feet.

"Cai'er?" he called softly, but only heard his own echo reverberating through the woods.

Wang Yuanyuan landed on the shore of a lava lake, the scorching heat causing her bare arms to flush red.

Saint Cher appeared in a valley filled with white flowers, her eyes slightly narrowed beneath her veil.

The roots of these flowers were entwined with a faint black mist, seemingly pure but actually harboring deadly poison. She gathered a wisp of reincarnation power at her fingertips, warily observing her surroundings.

Meanwhile, on the demon side, Abao stood on a floating obsidian platform, looking down at the misty abyss below.

He opened his palm, and a ball of dark purple demonic fire burned quietly: "Separate teleportation saves a lot of trouble."

After Feng Yao dealt with the bone-winged demonic beasts, he picked up a wisp of black beast blood with his fingertips—this blood was mixed with a faint demonic aura, clearly indicating that it had been contaminated by some kind of power.

He looked up at the dark purple sky, where there was a twisted crack through which he could vaguely see flowing green light.

"It seems that this dream paradise is itself a divided battlefield."

Feng Yao clenched his fist, and crimson-gold battle aura ignited around him. "Long Haochen and the others should be able to handle it. The most urgent task is to find the Demon Clan."

He determined the direction and headed towards the mountain peak emitting black smoke at the end of the Blackrock Plains.

With each step, the black stone emitted a faint cracking sound, as if warning of the danger ahead.

Where he couldn't see, a dark shadow peeked out from behind the stalagmite, licking its lips with a scarlet tongue.

That was a young demon, who was staring intently at his back.

Feng Yao did not stop walking, but his crimson-gold pupils were already locked onto the dark figure.

He pretended not to notice and continued walking towards the mountain shrouded in black smoke, while the fighting spirit in his palm quietly gathered.

Although the demon youth concealed his aura very well, it could not escape his keen perception of dark energy after awakening.

"Shoot-"

Suddenly, a whooshing sound came from behind him, and three bone spears, gleaming with green light, shot towards his back like venomous snakes.

The instant Feng Yao dodged to the side, he stomped his right foot on the ground, sending the black stone fragments bouncing back like arrows.

With a muffled groan, the dark figure was forced to reveal itself from behind the stalagmite. It turned out to be a young demon with bat wings, whose left arm had been cut open by broken stones, and black blood was emitting white smoke.

"Human senses are indeed sharp."

The demon youth licked the blood from his lips, a bloodthirsty excitement flashing in his eyes. "It's a pity your cultivation is suppressed to the sixth level. Today is your death day!"

Feng Yao was too lazy to waste words. His crimson-gold battle aura transformed into a phantom of a battle halberd in his palm, and he pounced out like a cheetah.

He deliberately held back 30% of his strength.

(End of this chapter)