Fantasy: I! Adding Friends And Become Stronger!

A sudden, unexpected scene.

It instantly caught everyone's attention.

"What's happening?"

"What's going on?!"

Everyone was startled.

This was entirely unanticipated. Pillars of light shot skyward, connecting to form a colossal curtain that enveloped a thousand-kilometer radius with the Divine Spirit Island at its center.

"It's a formation!" Someone with sharp eyes recognized it.

"Who's activating the formation?"

"Hmph, who else could it be? It must be the demonic cultivators!"

After a brief thought, the situation became clear.

"No wonder they've been out of sight for days. They were preparing this formation. But with Meng Changqing here, what can such a formation possibly do?"

Everyone immediately felt reassured. The terrifying intent that still towered high in the sky gave them immense confidence, like an immovable pillar of stability.

"So, the demonic path finally couldn't resist making a move." The three domain leaders lifted their gazes slightly.

Though they had tried to relax earlier, they'd been keeping a watchful eye all along, fearing a sudden, unexpected assault from the shadows by the demonic cultivators. Their current condition was far from ideal.

"Perfect, let's slaughter a few demonic cultivators!" Han Yuanzhen stood up, his gaze cold, ready to vent his frustration.

"What kind of formation is this?" The red-haired Hui Kong frowned slightly, a trace of unease rising in his heart.

"Buddha says: danger." The black-haired Hui Ming responded.

Hearing this, everyone's expressions grew more serious.

"There seems to be a scent of Tri-Colored Silver Vein Grass." Meng Changqing suddenly spoke.

Yue Qingchan also turned her gaze toward him. As someone who had been to Silver Vein Island, she naturally recognized it.

Boom!

Almost as soon as Meng finished speaking, an indescribable, overwhelming pressure descended.

It was as if struck by lightning. Everyone was forced downward, unable to use any strength at all!

Bang, bang, bang!

They all crashed onto the island below. Only Meng Changqing remained standing in mid-air.

However, the towering, sky-reaching sword intent behind him shattered into countless streaks of light, surging into his mind.

No matter how powerful intent may be, it was still just intent. And now, they faced the suppression of laws themselves!

"Forbidden Martial Power." Meng Changqing's eyes gleamed with insight.

The sensation was familiar. The suppressive force around him surged continuously, weighing on his shoulders like a mountain.

Were it not for his Martial Dao Domain, he too would have been sent to the ground like the others.

But he refrained from fully unleashing his domain, keeping it restricted to within his body.

Thus, outwardly, it appeared as though he was struggling to hold on, his body visibly strained.

"Interesting. I wonder where these demonic cultivators got their hands on such a formation," he mused.

"To harness Forbidden Martial Power like this!" Meng Changqing's gaze deepened. "With Forbidden Martial Power in play, everyone's strength is completely nullified, leaving them defenseless for slaughter. But I'll wait. Let them all reveal themselves first."

At the same time, he felt a tinge of relief.

Had he not condensed his Martial Dao Domain earlier, this trip to the Wild Sea would have been truly perilous.

Forbidden Martial Power could only be countered by an equally law-infused Martial Domain!

"My true essence, soul sense, even my intent. They're all suppressed!"

"I can't use any of them!"

Below, everyone's faces paled as fear rose in their eyes.

Only the three domain leaders managed to utilize a small portion of their strength, but just barely.

They exchanged glances, their eyes filled with gravity.

Clap, clap, clap!

Suddenly, crisp applause echoed, approaching from the distance.

A tall figure appeared, clad in a black-and-red robe, exuding an overwhelming aura.

Each step he took left ripples in the void, even causing countless cracks to spread.

Behind him were numerous silhouettes, all radiating intense demonic energy.

"The demonic cultivators!" Though they had anticipated this, the sight still sent chills down their spines.

"No wonder my master warned me repeatedly about this person," the figure remarked with a slight smile.

"Truly, a formidable presence." As he drew closer, his chiseled face displayed a faint smirk.

"It's him!" suddenly, someone gasped.

It was Dongmen Xiangzhong!

His expression changed dramatically, his hands clenching tightly.

"Who is this person?"

Most of the group was unfamiliar with him.

"He's the future successor of the Eternal Nether Sect! Ranked eighth on the Central Province Earth Rankings, Sikong Wuque!" Dongmen Xiangzhong's voice was low and tense.

"Sikong Wuque!" Gasps rippled through the group as pupils contracted in shock.

This was a name of immense renown in Central Province, a figure far beyond their league!

It was said that he had even defeated successors from the Holy Lands, possessing unparalleled strength.

"Still haven't broken through to the Marquis Realm, huh? Does the mighty Eternal Nether Sect lack top-tier divine resources?" Dongmen Xiangzhong asked coldly.

Sikong Wuque merely glanced at him before shifting his focus to Meng Changqing in the distance.

Clearly, in his eyes, Dongmen Xiangzhong wasn't even qualified to speak to him.

"Not even Forbidden Martial Power can fully suppress you. It seems the fusion of three Perfected Intents is indeed extraordinary," Sikong Wuque said, a faint smile playing on his lips.

But even he couldn't hide the trace of shock in his eyes.

At this age, even possessing two Perfected Intents would be astonishing. Three was utterly unheard of!

It was beyond words, a feat that defied logic!

Even the chief successor of the Zhengyi Holy Land, cultivated with immense resources, only had two Perfected Intents at present.

And yet, this individual, hailing from the Southern Region, had surpassed even that!

Fortunately, they had the Forbidden Martial Formation. Otherwise, this trip to the Wild Sea might have ended in disaster, or worse, become his final resting place.

"You think I'm relying on my three Perfected Intents to remain standing?

"Clearly, there's been a misunderstanding."

Meng Changqing's lips curved slightly into a smile.

It was an understandable assumption. Who would expect someone at the Life and Death Realm to possess a Martial Dao Domain, a feat only attainable by a Marquis-level powerhouse?

Still, he didn't clarify, instead turning his gaze fully to Sikong Wuque.

The elder's jade slip had provided information about this individual, though it was sparse. All it confirmed was his incredible strength. One of the top figures among the younger generation of the demonic path.

For years, his name had resounded throughout Central Province.

Logically, he should have already broken through to the Marquis Realm. It was surprising to see him still in the Life and Death Realm, and here in the Wild Sea, no less.

The Wild Sea wasn't particularly renowned among ancient lands, with scarce divine treasures.

The only notable prize was the Wish Spirit Fruit, which must have been his objective.