Dapeng's Time Travel Life

Chapter 241 Undercurrents Rage on the Eve of the Festival

After learning the truth about the "Spirit Abyss Ritual," Zhang Peng and his companions accelerated their preparations. They traveled day and night towards the venue of the ritual—Spirit Abyss Valley. Along the way, Zhang Peng constantly pondered the intentions of the mysterious force. He felt that while the old man's words had some credibility, there seemed to be a deeper secret hidden within them.

Lingyuan Valley is located on the edge of the cultivation world, surrounded by towering mountains. Thick mist permeates the valley, and powerful spiritual energy fluctuations can be faintly felt. When Zhang Peng and his group arrived at the valley entrance, they found that many cultivators had already gathered there. They were all from the elder's side and were busy setting up various magic arrays and ritual items.

"Elder, is everything going smoothly?" Zhang Peng stepped forward and asked the old man. The old man's expression was solemn, and he nodded slightly: "It's going fairly smoothly, but time is tight. We must complete all preparations before the night of the full moon." Zhang Peng looked up at the sky; there were less than three days left until the night of the full moon.

Just then, Pan Liwei and Cui Mingjia walked over. Pan Liwei said with a dissatisfied look, "Zhang Peng, don't be fooled by this old man. Who knows if this so-called saving of the cultivation world is real or fake?" Cui Mingjia chimed in, "That's right, maybe they have other motives."

Zhang Peng glanced at them and said in a deep voice, "Whether it's true or not, we have no way out now. If the dark forces really resurface, none of us can escape. The most urgent thing is to do what we should do." The two men, though unwilling, had nothing to say.

Zhang Peng led his disciples from the Qingyun Sect to join the preparations. They assisted in setting up defensive formations to ensure the ceremony would not be interfered with by any mysterious forces. Meanwhile, Zhang Peng also arranged for some disciples to patrol outside the valley, closely monitoring the surrounding area.

However, just two days before the full moon, a patrolling disciple brought alarming news. "Master, we've discovered a mysterious force approaching Lingyuan Valley. They are numerous and their strength should not be underestimated," the disciple said anxiously.

Zhang Peng's expression changed drastically, and he immediately informed the old man of the news. Upon hearing this, the old man's face also turned extremely grim: "I didn't expect them to arrive so quickly. It seems we must prepare for battle in advance."

Zhang Peng pondered for a moment and said, "Elder, we cannot remain passively defensive. I suggest we send some men to launch a proactive attack, disrupt their plans, and buy us more time." The old man nodded, "Alright, as you say. I will send some disciples with you to ensure they are stopped outside the valley."

Zhang Peng selected twenty elite disciples from the Qingyun Sect, who, after joining forces with the disciples sent by the old man, headed towards the mysterious force. When they encountered the mysterious force in a dense forest, a fierce battle instantly erupted between the two sides.

The mysterious forces were indeed powerful; they unleashed a variety of bizarre spells—black flames, poisonous mist, and sharp blades—assailing Zhang Peng and his companions relentlessly. Zhang Peng activated the Chaos Spirit Technique, his five-colored spiritual energy flowing around him, forming an indestructible shield to withstand the enemy's attacks.

"Don't panic, everyone! Maintain formation!" Zhang Peng shouted. The disciples of the Qingyun Sect worked closely together, unleashing their respective spells and engaging in a fierce battle with the mysterious force. In an instant, the dense forest was filled with flashing magical light and deafening battle cries.

During the battle, Zhang Peng noticed a pattern in the mysterious force's attacks: they would unleash a powerful combined attack spell every so often. A thought struck him, and he immediately told his disciples, "Everyone, pay attention! Before they unleash their combined attack spell, they have a short preparation time. Let's use this opportunity to concentrate our attacks on their core members."

The disciples nodded in agreement and, following Zhang Peng's instructions, suddenly unleashed their full power, attacking the core members of the mysterious force just as they were about to launch their combined attack spell. The mysterious force's combined attack spell was interrupted, and they were thrown into chaos.

"Kill!" Zhang Peng shouted, seizing the opportunity to lead his men in a charge. Under the onslaught, the mysterious force gradually crumbled and began to retreat. However, just when Zhang Peng and his men thought victory was in sight, a man in black robes suddenly emerged from the mysterious force.

The man in black robes held a black magical artifact in his hand, which shimmered with an eerie light. He roared and raised the artifact high, instantly enveloping the entire battlefield in a black light. Zhang Peng and the others felt a powerful force rushing towards them, their bodies seemingly bound, unable to move.