Chapter 512: Grand Assembly, Entering Seclusion!
The blazing sun hung high in the sky, yet the massive plaza below was deathly silent. Nearly everyone had subconsciously held their breath, not daring to make a sound.
Dang!
Suddenly, a deep bell tone rang out, breaking the silence.
All eyes turned toward the center of the plaza, where a stunning figure in fiery red stood tall and graceful—it was Tang Xinlian of the Flame God Temple.
"Everyone," Tang Xinlian began, her clear voice carrying across the crowd. "I'm sure you all already know why the Flame God Temple has summoned this assembly. The demonic race is running rampant, and the second war between Heaven and Earth is already looming on the horizon. Many of you have already experienced firsthand how powerful the demons truly are."
She swept her gaze across the gathering.
"According to information gathered by the Flame God Temple, eight regions within the Chaotic Demon Sea have already been wiped out. One hundred and twenty forces were completely erased. Wherever the demons go, corpses litter the ground and blood runs like rivers. I think we all know... no single force can stand against them alone."
The atmosphere grew heavy.
Many among the crowd had grief in their eyes—it was clear they had already paid a steep price in the battle against the demons.
"Miss Tang, what do you propose?" asked an elderly man in blue robes, after a moment of silence.
Tang Xinlian smiled slightly. "It's simple. Unite, and fight together."
Her gaze turned sharp.
"By request of the five Ancient Masters, the Flame God Temple invites all present to form a unified alliance to fight the demonic race!"
The declaration caused a stir. Although some had anticipated it, hearing it confirmed was still shocking.
A united alliance of the entire Chaotic Demon Sea? Such a thing had never happened before.
As the crowd processed the news, Tang Xinlian went on to explain the structure of the alliance.
A Council of Representatives would be formed from the most reputable factions of the Chaotic Demon Sea. Above them, there would be an Elder Council, comprising Lin Fan, Ying Huanhuan, and the five Ancient Masters, responsible for oversight.
Additionally, a Demon-Slaying Legion would be created, and the Space Master would assist in placing teleportation formations across major territories for rapid response.
The crowd grew increasingly stirred, though no one voiced opposition just yet.
"Everyone here agrees to this plan," the Flame Master said as he scanned the crowd. "Does anyone have objections?"
His low voice settled the plaza once more.
Then, he recounted his experiences battling the demons and proposed opening the Ancestral Palace to help others comprehend Reincarnation.
Finally, the Undying Saint Whale Tribe stepped forward in support, and one by one, the other factions voiced their agreement.
Thus, with Lin Fan, Ying Huanhuan, and the Ancient Masters at its head, the Alliance of the Chaotic Demon Sea was formally established.
With the alliance formed, the complicated work of integration was handed to Tang Xinlian.
Meanwhile, Lin Fan, Lin Dong, and the Space Master traveled from place to place, constructing teleportation formations that would link the regions of the Chaotic Demon Sea, allowing rapid support and cooperation in facing the demonic threat.
Five days later.
The alliance structure was in place, and the formations had been completed through the joint effort of the trio.
Standing beside Lin Fan, Ying Huanhuan said softly, "Tomorrow, we'll open the Ancestral Palace my master left behind."
"There won't be any problems?" Lin Fan asked, gazing into her eyes.
She gave him a gentle smile. "Don't worry. With the Flame Master and the others, we have the six required to open it."
Lin Fan nodded. He said nothing more. What he needed to do now was simple—increase his strength.
If he could break through to the Divine Palace Realm and seize the Plane Seed, he would hold overwhelming power—enough to prevent the tragedies foretold in the original history.
The Next Day.
Above the Flame God Temple, six figures stood high in the air. Countless cultivators looked on from afar, barely concealing their excitement.
Through various sources, they had already learned the truth: today, the six Ancient Masters would jointly open the legendary Ancestral Palace left behind by the Symbol Ancestor himself.
It was said that cultivating within this palace greatly increased the chance of breakthroughs. For those at the Samsara Gate, it might just be the key to stepping into Reincarnation.
Such miraculous power made countless eyes turn red with longing.
In the sky, the six stood silently. Though they made no grand gestures, everyone could sense the hidden tidal wave of power beneath their calm exteriors.
Lin Fan stood not far from them, with Qing Tan, Tang Xinlian, Mo Luo, Qing Zhi, and Lin Dong standing behind him.
"Let's begin," Ying Huanhuan said softly, glancing at the other five.
The five nodded in unison.
Once the preparations were in place, Ying Huanhuan summoned Yan from within Lin Dong's body, and the Ancestral Stone appeared in her hand.
She stared at it for a moment, a complex look in her eyes, then gently raised her hand and released the stone.
BOOM!
The Ancestral Stone burst forth with dazzling light, which wove into a massive formation in the sky.
Then, Ying Huanhuan and the five Ancient Masters unleashed their energy, fusing it into the formation.
BOOOOM!
A surge of brilliance erupted as the formation activated. From within the light, a grand and ancient palace slowly appeared, suspended in midair.
Buzz…
The light faded, and white mist rolled out, revealing the Ancestral Palace—similar to the one Lin Fan had summoned before, yet subtly different.
Countless eyes across the sea blazed with desire as they stared at it.
"Come with me," Ying Huanhuan said softly, flying to Lin Fan's side.
He took her cold hand and nodded. "I'll enter the palace and begin my seclusion. I'll condense the Divine Palace Realm as quickly as I can. Until I return… take care of yourself."
"Mhm." Ying Huanhuan nodded and led him through the barrier surrounding the palace.
Inside, Lin Fan examined his surroundings. The palace was similar to the one he had summoned before, but the central statue was different—it was the Symbol Ancestor, the master of the Eight Ancient Masters.
"There's a cultivation domain inside this statue," Ying Huanhuan explained after bowing to it. "Once you enter, you won't be able to leave until you form the Divine Palace."
Lin Fan pulled her into his arms. "Don't worry. I'll succeed."
"Time moves ten times slower inside. Don't rush. Focus, stabilize your strength, and prepare for what's coming," she whispered.
He nodded.
"Go," she said, gently pulling away and raising her hand.
The statue pulsed and opened, revealing a glowing portal—a gateway into infinite void.
"Take care of yourself. Don't do anything rash. Wait for me," Lin Fan said one last time.
Then he stepped through the portal and began what would be the longest seclusion of his cultivation path.
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