Chapter 892: Lot Drawing

This was a pitch-black sea domain, stretching endlessly, deep, deathly silent, and ice-cold.

Upon closer inspection, in one corner of the sea domain, a faint golden light was flickering.

It was a person, covered in blood and bones, with golden blood that shone brilliantly, adding specks of radiance to the dark sea domain.

That person was undoubtedly Ye Chen.

Ever since he entered Wuwang Daze and was swallowed by the terrifying waves, he had vanished, drifting in this pitch-black sea domain for an unknown length of time.

"Lao Da!"

"Lao Da!"

At some point, a faint voice echoed in the deathly silent Wuwang Daze.

The voice came from within Ye Chen's body; it was Xianhuo and Tianlei, both possessing intelligence, calling out to Ye Chen.

However, due to their master's condition, they were also suppressed. Tianlei's thunder was dim and lifeless, and Xianhuo's flames flickered weakly, on the verge of extinction.

Fortunately, they had not fallen into slumber and could still call out to Ye Chen.

Roar! Roar! Roar!

Joining in the calls were Danzu Longhun and Zhanlong. Though they could not speak, they continuously emitted deep dragon roars.

Because of their persistent calls, Ye Chen's battered sacred body stirred slightly.

In the next moment, he wearily opened his eyes, his vision blurry, gazing in confusion at the unfamiliar world before him.

"Am I still alive?" His voice was hoarse and exhausted as he struggled to sit up, his face pale and utterly weak.

"Alive, we're all alive." With Ye Chen's awakening, Xianhuo and Tianlei gained a bit more vitality, their voices joyful. Even Danzu Longhun and Zhanlong let out delighted roars.

"I'm still in Wuwang Daze." Ye Chen looked around, seeing only the pitch-black sea domain.

"It's the same feeling as in the barren desert; there's a mysterious force dissolving my spiritual power, vital energy, and true essence." Ye Chen murmured to himself, clearly sensing these energies draining from his body. This sensation was identical to what he had experienced in the barren desert long ago.

"Protective barrier." Ye Chen slapped his storage bag, and pills flew out continuously, all bursting open as their essences were absorbed into his body.

This was a forbidden ground; he needed to recover to his peak state as quickly as possible to face any potential dangers.

Crack! Crack!

Soon, sounds of bones colliding echoed within his body, as various healing secret techniques like Manhuang Lian Ti and Xianlun Tian Sheng operated simultaneously.

Flames ignited all over his body, mending his fractured bones and regenerating his rotting flesh. His bloodline power and sacred blood refined his entire form, making every inch of him glow with a crystalline light.

Wuwang Daze fell into a deathly silence once more.

Everything proceeded in an orderly manner.

Clang! Bang! Clang! Crack!

Such sounds never ceased in the Panlong Sea Domain.

They only stopped when dawn arrived.

Looking out, hundreds of thousands of people surrounded the large cauldron, creating an impressive scene.

As for those old fellows, they were all squatting on the ground, looking dejected, their eyes red as they stared at the Hunlun Shen Ding.

Each of them had been full of bravado, striking with one divine weapon after another throughout the night, yet they failed to crack the Hunlun Shen Ding. Instead, it absorbed the essence of their weapons.

Well then! Your master has been done in by us, but you're still incredibly tough, aren't you!

"Situ Liao, where's your Xuan Tian Zhan Mao? Bring it out and give it a try." At some point, Xue Ling Laozu turned to the gray-haired elder beside him.

"I didn't bring it." Situ Liao shook his head like a rattle drum.

"Let's use Tianjing realm artifacts then!" In the end, Shi Xue Yan Luo said coldly.

"Tianjing realm artifacts?" The group of old fellows furrowed their brows. So many divine weapons had shattered; to break the Hunlun Shen Ding, they would indeed need Tianjing realm artifacts.

However, as they frowned, their expressions turned strangely peculiar.

What if Tianjing realm artifacts couldn't break the Hunlun Shen Ding?

What if those artifacts shattered too?

It wasn't impossible; the Hunlun Shen Ding was extraordinarily tough.

Right away, the family ancestors who possessed Tianjing realm artifacts acted as if they hadn't heard, not daring to take the risk. If their artifacts were destroyed, their ancestors would rise from their coffins in fury.

"No one willing?" Shi Xue Yan Luo glanced around and smirked. "If not, then the Hunlun Shen Ding belongs to my Shi Xue Dian. It's not that I'm unwilling to share; it's just that you don't want it!"

"Then let's try?" A dozen or so old fellows lifted their heads.

But the problem arose: trying it out was full of hidden risks.

Given the nonsense from before, no one wanted to step forward and take the lead. If it shattered, the loss would be enormous.

"Don't dawdle, hurry up." A purple-robed elder grew impatient, eyeing those ten or so people.

"Easy for you to say when you're not the one at risk." Xue Ling Laozu snorted coldly.

"Well, that's because you have the Tianjing realm artifacts!" The purple-robed elder shrugged, utterly shameless.

"Xue Ling Daoyou, let your Xue Ling family set an example!" Shi Xue Yan Luo looked at Xue Ling Laozu with interest, his smile tinged with schadenfreude, as if still annoyed about earlier events.

"Your Shi Xue Dian also has Tianjing realm artifacts, so why should my Xue Ling family go first?" Xue Ling Laozu chuckled coldly.

"You're the ones insisting on dividing it." Shi Xue Yan Luo waved his hand dismissively.

"You—"

"Everyone, fellow Daoists, hear me out." A black-clothed elder stepped forward, stroking his beard lightly. "Since no one is willing, let's do something fairer—draw lots."

"Draw lots?"

"Yes, draw lots."

"I agree." Xue Ling Laozu immediately responded, not forgetting to glance coldly at Shi Xue Yan Luo. "But any force with a Tianjing realm artifact must participate; no one gets out of it."

At that, Shi Xue Yan Luo's face darkened instantly. It was tit for tat—you're targeting me specifically, aren't you!

"Agreed!" Shi Xue Yan Luo snorted coldly.

"In that case, let's begin!" The purple-robed elder waved his hand and produced over a dozen jade slips, engraving numbers on them before placing them in front of everyone. "We have fifteen Tianjing realm artifacts. Each of these jade slips has a number from one to fifteen. I don't need to explain the rest. With so many people watching, no tricks—just pure luck."

"Agreed."

"Start." The purple-robed elder stuffed the fifteen jade slips into a bamboo tube and looked at the crowd. "Who goes first?"

"If it's about luck, I'll go first." A blood-robed elder stepped forward, reaching in. He fumbled around for a while; anyone would think he was playing mahjong in there.

"Speed it up." Shi Xue Yan Luo snorted.

"What's the rush? Here it is!" The blood-robed elder pulled one out nonchalantly. Seeing the large "six" on it, he beamed with joy.

Next, the group of old fellows stepped up one by one, fumbling for quite some time, leaving the hundreds of thousands of onlookers nearly exasperated.

Tsk, tsk, tsk!

Watching this absurd scene through the Tianxuan Gate's grand hall illusionary water curtain, Fu Ya couldn't help but click his tongue. "I've lived for thousands of years and never seen such a ridiculous sight."

"This is just human nature's deceit and scheming." From behind, Donghuang Tai Xin's voice came leisurely.

She was quite relaxed, lounging in her chair and casually flipping through an ancient book, completely ignoring the nonsense unfolding in the Panlong Sea Domain.

Seeing this, Fu Ya approached. "Saint Master, aren't you worried about that Ye Chen boy at all?"

"What's the use of me worrying?" Donghuang Tai Xin shrugged. "If he comes out alive, it's his good fortune. If he dies in there, it's his fate."