Chapter 92: Clan Leader, Save Me!

"What is happening?"

Xu Taoist stared in confusion before he seized the fishhook and yanked it free.

As the fishing rod was lifted, a figure descended alongside it—a monk from the Soul formation realm!

The Xu Taoist and the five others nearby were momentarily taken aback. How could a monk from the Soul formation appear in their battlefield?

This situation felt utterly wrong!

"What the hell is going on? I was just fishing! Why are you here?"

Xian Yin plummeted from the sky, memories of his fishing expedition fresh in his mind. He had been dragged into a lake, yet now he found himself in an unfamiliar place. Looking around, an overwhelming sense of dread washed over him; an oppressive aura bore down on him.

In that critical moment, the fishing rod he gripped pulsed with divine patterns, releasing a formidable force that countered the suffocating pressure.

"Um?"

Xu Taoist was astonished. How could a monk from the Soul formation survive in their battlefield?

They were in the domain of their Creation God, where the residual aura was potent enough to obliterate any lesser deity's soul. How had this Soul formation monk managed to endure?

The attention of all six figures shifted to the fishing rod with its divine patterns. What kind of fishing rod was this, capable of protecting its wielder?

Could it be a supreme treasure?

Xian Yin released his grip on the fishing rod, looking around in bewilderment. "What's going on? How did I end up here while fishing?"

"Seniors, what is this place?"

He directed his question at the six figures in the distance.

"Die!"

Xu Taoist uttered coldly. His words morphed into the character "death," infused with the laws of Shinto, aimed directly at Xian Yin. The audacity of this mere mortal, intruding on their battlefield, was intolerable!

"Ah! This is terrifying! Clan Leader, help me!"

Xian Yin exclaimed in panic. The word, having left Xu Taoist's mouth, transformed into an immense weight bearing down on him.

As a monk of the Soul formation, he had never encountered such a scenario before. The sheer terror made him feel as if he might lose control!

The five other figures watched without intervening; a Soul formation monk hardly warranted their attention!

Whoosh!

Overwhelmed by fear, Xian Yin swung the fishing rod at the descending word "death."

In an instant, an astonishing scene unfolded. The fishing rod struck the oppressive word and, with an explosive burst, the character disintegrated, dissipating into nothingness.

"Hiss? That fishing rod possesses such incredible power! Could it be a divine weapon?"

A figure, transforming into a giant cyan dragon, gasped in shock. In their world, divine weapons were rare, and each had its history; he had never heard of one resembling a fishing rod!

"Could it be that an Origin God, seeing our disadvantage, sent us a divine weapon? But why did they dispatch a Soul formation monk to deliver it?"

The woman radiating chaotic light seemed puzzled.

Soul formation Realm!

They hadn't seen monks of such low cultivation in countless years; even their servants were gods!

"My young friend, may I ask which force you hail from? Which Origin God sent you?"

One figure inquired.

"Which force do I belong to? I'm from the Xian family in Feihua City. As for the Origin God you mentioned, what is that? I was simply fishing and was inexplicably pulled into this world!"

Xian Yin responded.

The Xian family in Feihua City?

The five Creation Gods exchanged glances and shook their heads. They had never heard of such a family!

And the fact that he had no knowledge of the Origin God was unfathomable!

"Then where did the divine weapon in your hand originate, my young friend?"

The beautiful woman glowing with chaotic light asked.

"Divine weapon? What divine weapon? You mean this fishing rod? It's just a tool my family head made for fishing. How could it possibly be a divine weapon?"

Xian Yin looked at everyone, puzzled.

What even was a divine weapon? Was it a type of spiritual tool?

Upon hearing this, the expressions of the five Creation Gods shifted dramatically. The head of his family could casually forge a divine weapon? Was this a joke?

Even if the abilities of an Origin God are vast, capable of creating infinite worlds with a single thought, the idea of casually crafting a divine weapon was sheer fantasy!

At that moment, Xu Taoist took action again, extending a massive palm towards Xian Yin.

The immense hand bore down with overwhelming pressure, devoid of energy; just its presence made Xian Yin's heart race as if it might explode.

"Clan Leader, save me!"

Xian Yin shouted, and in response, Xian Yue, dressed in white, materialized. The divine power radiating from him effortlessly quelled Xu Taoist's aura, restoring normalcy to Xian Yin.

"You truly are fortunate to have caught something so extraordinary on your first fishing expedition!"

Xian Yue regarded the Xu Taoist before rubbing his chin. "According to the records in the Heaven and Earth Strange News, the heart of this creature is a rare delicacy. You're exceptionally lucky!"

He smiled and patted Xian Yin on the shoulder.

"Clan leader, I was merely fishing! How could I have been dragged into this strange place by a fish? These beings feel so intimidating!"

Xian Yin spoke with trepidation.

"I forgot to mention that my lake connects to all realms. What you can catch is not limited to just fish; it could be anything! As for these people, there's no need to be afraid; they're merely a few Creation Gods!"

Xian Yue clarified.

"What? It connects to all realms? Why didn't you tell me sooner? I would never have dared to fish here in the first place!"

Xian Yin's face twisted in disbelief. This was far too frightening. Even while fishing, he encountered such terrifying entities.

"It's alright. Once your cultivation improves beyond theirs, you'll have nothing to fear!"

As he spoke, the five figures assessed the newly arrived Xian Yue.

They were certain that among all the Origin Gods they were familiar with, none resembled him. Though the world was vast, only a handful of Origin Gods existed, and they were all somewhat acquainted. Yet, none had ever encountered this individual.

"Is this the clan leader mentioned by the Soul formation monk? Why doesn't he radiate any powerful aura?"

The dragon Creation God scrutinized the white-clad figure with furrowed brows.

However, they dared not make mistakes. They were not foolish enough to assume he was a mere mortal; he likely transcended their existence!

There were always some major figures who enjoyed concealing their true power!

One should never provoke individuals like this!

"Who are you? State your name!"

Xu Taoist's voice was cold.

"Since you're unworthy of knowing my name, I find your heart to be an excellent delicacy. If you surrender it to me, I will overlook your earlier actions towards my companion!"

Xian Yue replied calmly.