Chapter 2488: Abyssal Convention (2)

Chapter 2488: Abyssal Convention (2)



At this moment, a group of figures, clad in white robes that shimmered with an otherworldly aura, emerged from the center of the platform. These were the envoys from the Haven, their presence commanding respect and awe.

One of the envoys stepped forward, his voice resonating with an ethereal power that silenced the crowd.

"Welcome, cultivators, to the Abyssal Convention," he announced, his words echoing across the platform. "You have all been chosen to participate in this sacred trial, a test of your strength, your courage, and your worthiness."

He paused, his gaze sweeping across the assembled cultivators. "The Abyssal Rift is a place of great danger, a realm where chaos reigns supreme. But within its depths lie treasures of unimaginable value, secrets that can unlock the true potential of your cultivation."

"Those who prove themselves worthy will be granted access to the Haven, a sanctuary of peace and enlightenment, a place where you can further your cultivation and attain true immortality."

The envoy's words ignited a spark of ambition in the eyes of the cultivators. The Haven, a realm shrouded in mystery and legend, was a prize worth risking their lives for.

"The rules of the convention are simple," the envoy continued. "Descend into the Abyssal Rift, collect Chaos Crystals, and return to this platform. The cultivator who collects the most Chaos Crystals will be declared the victor and granted access to the Haven."

"But be warned," he added, his voice taking on a somber tone. "The Abyssal Rift is a treacherous place, filled with dangers that can shatter your body and soul. Many have entered the rift, but few have returned."

A hush fell over the crowd as the envoy's words sank in. The excitement was tempered with a sense of dread, the anticipation mixed with fear.

"The convention will commence in one hour," the envoy declared. "Prepare yourselves."

The cultivators dispersed, each seeking a quiet corner to prepare for the trials ahead. Yun Lintian found a secluded spot. He closed his eyes, entering a meditative state, calming his mind, and focusing his energy.

"Qi Jian, you pathetic excuse for a cultivator!" the voice sneered. "Still clinging to the coattails of others, I see."

A figure emerged from the swirling chaos, his robes bearing the insignia of the Abyssal Kingdom. He was tall and lean, his face sharp and angular, his eyes glowing with a malevolent

light.

Qi Jian's expression hardened as he recognized the newcomer. "Liu Feng," he spat, his voice laced with contempt. "What brings you here, you treacherous snake?"

Liu Feng sneered, his lips curling into a cruel smile. "I'm here to win the Abyssal Convention, of course," he declared, his voice dripping with arrogance. "And to put you in your place, once

and for all."

He glanced at Yun Lintian, his eyes filled with disdain. "Who is this weakling you've brought along? Another one of your charity cases?"

Qi Jian's fists clenched, his anger rising. "This is Yun Lintian, a guest of the Golden Qilin Kingdom," he retorted, his voice laced with warning. "Show some respect."

Liu Feng scoffed, his laughter echoing through the rift. "Respect?" he sneered. "Why would I show respect to a weakling from a lesser kingdom?"

He stepped closer to Yun Lintian, his aura flaring with a palpable hostility. "You don't belong here," he snarled. "This is a competition for true cultivators, not for pampered princes playing at being heroes."

Yun Lintian's eyes narrowed as he said. "If you have something to say, say it with your sword,

not your tongue."

The surrounding temperature dropped instantly...