Junior sister took first place again

The cold wind from the ice cave howled with tiny ice crystals, and the Zhenyuan chain on Ning Jiasheng's ankle glowed with star-like purple light.

The poisonous blood of the demon bats contaminated by the lava abyss condensed into a flowing star map on the bronze ring, flowing with the cold air like a living thing.

"The chain is analyzing the fluctuations of the star orbits." Wen Yan's array plate spun rapidly in the air. "It's recording the laws of the environment!"

Suddenly, a silver net appeared in the northeastern sky, and the light pillars of the twenty-eight constellations pierced through the clouds.

Lan Ying slammed her medicine pestle to the ground: "At the exact moment of the Yin hour - Ling Shu is in nightmare!"

A thousand-foot abyss blocked the path ahead, and a poisonous miasma surged like an inky sea. As the chains suddenly exerted a gravitational pull, dragging Ning Jiasheng toward the abyss, three cloud-patterned ice boats emerged from the mist.

Yun Ting's Jinglan Halberd swept aside the Yin Bing's ice sculptures, and the halberd tip suddenly turned to intercept the poisonous miasma: "Fellow Daoist Lin, be careful!"

The Demon Bat King's sharp claws tore through the rudder of the ice boat, and the old enemy from the lava abyss was lurking there!

"Three inches to the left of the Xun position!" The star pattern on Ning Jiasheng's fingertips suddenly lit up.

Mu Zhao's Dragon Roar Sword penetrated the cracks in the Bat King's shell like lightning, and the chain-like purple pattern spread along the sword to his wrist, forming a spiritual power channel.

The demonic bats roared, collapsing the ice wall. Wen Yan's formation flag triggered a snow explosion: "Use this force to cross the abyss!"

The gust of wind blew everyone to the other side, and the chain star map had already traced the complete star track.

"Lu Xingyan is tampering with the gate of life." Ning Jiasheng waved out the star map in the void, and the mark of the gate of death fell on the road that each sect must pass through.

The golden body of Shi Yan smashed through the ice barrier, and the outline of a solitary peak appeared in the poisonous miasma tornado in the distance - the true appearance of the Central Peak was finally revealed!

The fire of the Yun Xian Fu illuminated his brother's solemn profile. "The chains are transforming into miasma..."

The concentric lock glowed with a warm jade luster, and the twins' spiritual power circulated through the chain.

When the ice boat reached the center of the abyss, the Demon Bat King suddenly stretched out its sharp claws from the miasma!

"The Xuanling Sect is here to help, so we must not linger in this battle!" Yun Che blocked the bat claws with his Jinglan Halberd, and the frost of his Shattered Mountain Halberd condensed into an ice bridge. "Leave this place immediately!"

The flawless red silk formed a hibiscus formation, and the cracks on the foundation-building girl's spiritual pendant on her eyebrow had spread to her cheekbone.

Seven disciples took the Xuanji steps, and the foot bells and jade pendants resonated into pure Sanskrit sounds.

"Fight illusion with illusion!" The girl bit her fingertip, and a drop of blood landed on the center of the jade pendant.

The Lingshu Jade Pendant reassembled in mid-air, revealing a path to survival within the Star Track's Death Gate: "There's an undercurrent of earth veins in the southwest!"

The flawless red silk turned into a rainbow and penetrated the gate of life. The man-eating vines emitted fluorescent light when they touched it.

Lu Xingyan's Star Track robe was soaked with golden blood, and the girl who was building her foundation had her spiritual core pendant on her brow cracked like a spider web.

The four disciples formed the Big Dipper formation, and the starlight veil blocked the invasion of the nightmare realm.

"Kan shifts palace!" Lu Xingyan spurted out his lifeblood.

The moment the star disk reversed, the compound eye illusion in the girl's pupils suddenly stopped: "Northeast... a three hundred foot ice cave... there is a way out..."

The stars of the twenty-eight constellations pave the corridor, and the frost-bound ghost soldiers turn into stone sculptures to guide the way in the starlight.

He Ling's flaming sword melted the invisible star track, and the water-based sword energy spread along the silk thread to form an ice bridge.

"Let me borrow your road!" The four disciples walked quickly on the ice, and the Soul-Devouring Demon Bat crashed into the Star Track Ice Bridge and shattered into crystal powder.

Water and fire spiritual energy flowed through the sword tip in a Tai Chi fashion. "Immortal Lord Lu, this Star Track Ladder is accepted by Changxing Sect!"

Seven beams of light shot out from the Liuminghe formation, and the Tiangang formation activated the earth veins like a leaping golden dragon.

"Qian is in the position and Kun is in the position!" The formation flags were embedded in the rock, and the collapsed ground arched up into an earth dragon.

Liu's disciples glided along the dragon's spine, their poisonous vines entwining the Yin soldiers as guards. The earth dragon slammed into the void, twisting the star tracks into a rainbow bridge. "Gentlemen, the path ahead is now open!"

As the Xuanling Sect sped along the ice ridge, turbulence suddenly appeared on the void star map.

Where the Seven Killing Stars collided with the Blood Moon, the routes of various sects appeared in the sky—the flawless red silk of Jade was rolling towards the illusion of the Gate of Death!

"The southwest is a trap!" Ning Jiasheng's chain star pattern shot into the clouds, and the coordinates of Zhenshengmen flashed in the Milky Way.

Lu Xingyan's star disk descended simultaneously, and the two star tracks intertwined to form a bridge. The red silk thread redirected and penetrated the star bridge, and the people of Hehuan Palace narrowly avoided the poisonous miasma tornado.

At the intersection of the three star energies, the sky-reaching tornado abruptly subsided. A lone figure stood on the Central Peak, its Xuantian flag fluttering at its summit, amidst the dissipated miasma.

The Supervisory Elder's voice was as gentle as the breeze: "The star track has calmed down. The poisonous miasma will be temporarily relieved for one hour."

The life lamps of the various sects' disciples' hearts surged with warmth, and their hidden injuries healed quietly in the starlight.