Chapter 110: A Change of Dynasty

The method to sign up for the login test of the Xuanwin World was simple: one had to drip a drop of their own fresh blood onto the Xuan Stone Tablet. The Xuan Stone Tablet was a product of some mysterious power that had appeared overnight—countless Xuan Stone Tablets suddenly materialized across the Hailan Star. In the city where Song Yao lived alone, there were fifty-seven such tablets.

When Song Yao saw the announcement on the official website of Xuanwin World about the upcoming login test, she immediately rushed to the nearest Xuan Stone Tablet from her home. By then, a long queue had already formed in front of the tablet. Song Yao stood at the very end, unable to see the front of the line. There were only thirty-two spots available for the test, while millions, perhaps even hundreds of millions, of players worldwide had registered. She knew the chances of being selected were incredibly slim.

Yet, no matter what, she had to try.

It was said that within the Xuanwin Continent, one could obtain unimaginable, inhuman powers. She needed such strength desperately. Her unreliable older brother had vanished without a trace, suddenly disappearing from the world—perhaps even kidnapped by some illegal organization. If she could bring back such formidable power from Xuanwin World, maybe she could find her brother.

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Within the Xuanwin Continent, in the Cloud Nation, along a rural lane, Luo Yunshuang lay on the back of a black ox, chewing on a foxtail grass. The black ox ambled slowly along the path, carrying her steadily.

Luo Yunshuang was the direct disciple of Qin Xuanxi, the former sect master of the Fanyuan Sect and once a prominent figure within the sect. She was referred to as the former sect master because the Fanyuan Sect had undergone a change in leadership. Since the Battle of Yan City, Qin Xuanxi had not appeared. Rumors spread throughout the Xuanwin Continent that the Flute Immortal had personally struck down Qin Xuanxi. Moreover, the Fanhun Flower, which was spiritually linked to her, had withered. Consequently, the elders of the Fanyuan Sect declared Qin Xuanxi dead.

A grand demonic sect like Fanyuan could not be leaderless, so the elders unanimously appointed Luo Ziyin, known as the Sovereign of the Qian Star Demon, who held considerable prestige within the sect, as the new sect master. However, many within the sect believed Qin Xuanxi was not dead and refused to accept Luo Ziyin’s leadership, choosing to leave the Fanyuan Sect. Luo Yunshuang was among them.

If her master was no longer the sect leader, staying in the Fanyuan Sect was meaningless to her. Now, she wandered without a sect or home, like a carefree cloud or a wild crane. Yet, she had never given up on searching for her master.

Her first destination had naturally been Yan City, as it was widely believed that Qin Xuanxi had been obliterated there by the Flute Immortal. Luo Yunshuang knew her master had visited Yan City twice, the last time staying for several months. But what her master did there or whom she met remained unknown to Luo Yunshuang—she had never dared to ask or pry.

Thus, her search in Yan City was like a headless fly, secretly investigating for months but yielding nothing. Deep down, she also suspected her master had probably perished, especially since the Fanhun Flower had withered—a fact beyond dispute. Thinking that her master was gone, she lost the will to cultivate and resigned herself to a state of despair, living day by day.

“Little Shuangshuang, where are you off to?” a sinister voice echoed through the air.

Luo Yunshuang immediately recognized the voice and sensed ill intent. She sat up from the ox’s back and looked ahead to see a tall, red-haired man materialize midair, bare-chested with a prominent black skull mark etched on his forehead.

Luo Yunshuang frowned and fixed her gaze on the red-haired man. “Demon Sovereign of a Hundred Bones, don’t call me ‘Little Shuangshuang.’ That’s disgusting.”

“Hahaha!” The Demon Sovereign of a Hundred Bones laughed heartily. “Little Shuangshuang, I adore seeing that look of contempt you have for me. To be honest, when your master was still alive, I dared not address you like this. But times have changed—your master has fallen, and you have lost your greatest support.”

He spread his hands wide. “So, if I call you ‘Little Shuangshuang,’ what can you do to me?”

“Enough nonsense. What exactly do you want from me?” Luo Yunshuang asked.

“Relax, Little Shuangshuang. Though you are a beauty, I’m not interested in your bones—at least not yet,” the Demon Sovereign replied. “I’m here today to claim the two black armored winged rhinos, one male and one female.”

“There are only these two left in the world. If they die, they will be extinct. But if I can extract their bones alive and make them into living bone puppets, they will be granted eternal life. Isn’t that wonderful?”

Luo Yunshuang was furious. “You dare to make living bone puppets of my master, the Sovereign of the Profound Abyss’s mounts?!”

The Demon Sovereign laughed. “In the past, I wouldn’t dare—it was unimaginable. But now, things are different. The Sovereign of the Profound Abyss has fallen, and even you, her beloved disciple, have been expelled from the Fanyuan Sect—”

“I wasn’t expelled. I left the Fanyuan Sect on my own.” Luo Yunshuang immediately corrected him.

“Same difference,” he said. “Anyway, with the Sovereign of the Profound Abyss dead, her two mounts are ownerless. Using these ownerless creatures as puppets isn’t too much, is it?”

“Don’t count on it. I have no idea where those two black armored winged rhinos are.” Luo Yunshuang shrugged.

“You truly don’t know?”

“I have no reason to lie,” Luo Yunshuang said with pursed lips. “Those two beasts could only be controlled by my master. With her gone, they ran off. No one knows where they’re rampaging now, let alone me.”

“That’s a shame. But I can’t leave empty-handed, so I’ll just take your bones first!”

As soon as he finished speaking, the Demon Sovereign plunged downward, unleashing the nineteenth Water Technique—Ice Coffin!

Suddenly, his entire body was trapped in midair by an ice coffin. Luo Yunshuang had anticipated his move and prepared a technique in advance, but her cultivation was far inferior to his. Her ice coffin could only hold him for a few breaths.

The moment the ice coffin formed, Luo Yunshuang turned swiftly, riding the wind to escape.

But the ground beneath her suddenly cracked open, and a huge brown three-eyed toad leapt out, opening its massive mouth to snatch her.

Clearly, the Demon Sovereign had long concealed the toad here, waiting to capture her.

Luo Yunshuang remained calm. Suspended in the air, she quickly formed another technique— the twenty-first Fire Technique—Flaming Spears.

Seven flaming spears rained down, striking the three-eyed toad.

Sensing danger, the giant toad twisted midair and burrowed back underground.

At that moment, the Demon Sovereign broke free from the ice coffin and charged toward Luo Yunshuang.

“Demon Sovereign of a Hundred Bones, do you really think I’m dead? How dare you attack your master’s beloved disciple!”

The Demon Sovereign froze midair, trembling with fear.

That voice—he would never forget it—it was the voice of Qin Xuanxi, Sovereign of the Profound Abyss.