CHAPTER 1194: CHAPTER 1192: NOT EVEN ONE MORE PERSON (11TH UPDATE)

"Kid, you really aren’t dead yet." Suddenly, the Elder of the Pang Family saw Su Chen and shouted coldly, his killing intent palpable. However, he didn’t make a move, for at this moment, life and death were in the blink of an eye, and there was no time for fighting. If they couldn’t find a way to survive, within the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, they would all die.

As the Elder of the Pang Family spoke, many people looked at Su Chen.

Yuan Mengyuan even walked towards Su Chen, accompanied by Yuan Qi, Yuan Ding, and Old Yuan.

"Are you alright?" Yuan Mengyuan asked as she approached Su Chen.

"I’m fine. Be careful." Su Chen replied, his eyes serious as he stared at the ground beneath him, pondering.

Suddenly.

Su Chen shouted, "The runes and patterns under our feet seem to be some kind of mechanism formation! Perhaps they can save our lives! Is there anyone who can understand them?"

Following Su Chen’s shout.

In an instant.

Everyone looked down at their feet, including Yuan Tianyan, Xuu Xiao, and the Elder of the Pang Family.

The previously noisy and desperate atmosphere instantly eased by seventy percent.

Many people were breathless with excitement, a glimmer of hope appearing on their faces as they stared at the ground.

On the ground beneath their feet were various runes and patterns, some shaped like animals, some like humans, and others in text form, very complex and diverse.

Soon.

The noisy voices and the aura of despair rose again:

"What a mess?!"

"I can’t understand it."

"Damn!!! It’s all nonsense!"

"We’re definitely dead!"

"Ahhh..."

......

Even Su Chen frowned deeply.

Totally incomprehensible.

Moreover, even if someone could understand it, it would be impossible to decipher it in just the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

It’s too difficult.

Su Chen shook his head.

Yuan Tianyan, the Elder of the Pang Family, Xuu Xiao, and Feng Liu all shook their heads.

However, just when everyone was in despair.

Suddenly!

"I... I think I can understand it. It’s... it’s ancient text from the Origin Era. But, these words are scrambled, and I need some time to integrate them." A young man spoke softly from the crowd.

He was pale and wore a white long robe, appearing scholarly. His face was ashen, yet his eyes glowed with excitement mingled with anxiety.

His strength was not that great, only at the First Level of the Fixed Character Eternal Domain, ranking him only as a mid-level power among the thousand survivors.

With his words.

In an instant.

Everyone turned to look at him.

"Quickly, what is it?"

"Is that for real?"

"Save us!"

"You really understand it?"

"If we make it through, we will certainly repay you!"

......

One after another, the martial cultivators shouted excitedly.

"Everyone, shut up!!! Stay calm, let him think!" Su Chen shouted suddenly.

"Shut up!" Xuu Xiao also shouted.

"No one say anything." Yuan Tianyan coldly added.

"Young man, what’s your name? Don’t be afraid, or nervous. Start integrating now, if we survive, we will all owe you." Su Chen said intently.

"I’m Jiang Yuan. I’ll try my best." The young scholar-like man nodded, visibly nervous, beads of sweat covering his face.

Next.

Everyone fell silent.

The only remaining sound was the crashing and surging of the purple ocean waves.

Jiang Yuan kept his head down, eyes moving rapidly.

Occasionally, he paced on the high ground, seemingly searching for a particular character symbol.

Time flew by.

The purple waves shrank from three meters to two and a half, then two, then one and a half, to just one meter from the last high ground.

The crowd, while maintaining composure, had reddened eyes and paling faces!

Some had already collapsed, unable to stand.

The ground was drenched with their sweat.

Soon.

The purple waves were just half a meter from the last high ground.

About to surge up.

Finally.

Someone couldn’t bear it any longer.

"Ahhh... are you finished yet?! We’re all going to die!" Someone broke down, screaming.

"Shut up!" Yuan Tianyan suddenly lifted his gaze, a Sword Light flashed.

The out-of-control, hysterical martial cultivator suddenly lost his head.

Peace returned.

The purple waves were just over a foot from the last high ground.

Even Su Chen and Yuan Tianyan turned pale.

It seemed!

The heavens were determined to doom them!

But, just when everyone was completely hopeless, Jiang Yuan suddenly raised his head: "I got it."

As he spoke, he suddenly seemed crazed, muttering under his breath, his feet stepping on several positions.

Some positions he stepped on once, others three or five times.

Very complex stepping.

"A mechanism?! Activate the mechanism?!" Su Chen’s eyes lit up, almost guessing what Jiang Yuan was doing. Jiang Yuan had probably spent time integrating the text, finding a way to activate the mechanism, and was now doing just that.

Sure enough.

Just as Su Chen had thought.

Jiang Yuan’s stepping finally ceased.

He looked up, first at Su Chen, then at Yuan Tianyan, the Elder of the Pang Family, Xuu Xiao, and others!

"What is it?" the Elder of the Pang Family asked anxiously.

"There are only eight Eight Trigrams Boats in total!!! Each boat can only carry eight people, any more and the boat will sink!" Jiang Yuan’s voice trembled with restraint: "You have to guarantee a place for me!"

Eight Eight Trigrams Boats? Only eight people per boat?

Upon Jiang Yuan’s words, some were ecstatic, others suffocated with despair.

"I promise!" Su Chen took a deep breath and said intently.

Xuu Xiao, Qiu Shuang, the Elder of the Pang Family, Yuan Tianyan, and others nodded heavily.

"I trust you." Jiang Yuan gritted his teeth, then took the final step, stomping hard on the center of the last high ground.

With that step taken.

Suddenly.

Rumbling...

From eight directions around the last high ground.

Suddenly, eight boats emerged rapidly from the depths of the purple seawater.

The boats were small, like little wooden boats.

And they were in the shape of Eight Trigrams.

Each boat had eight wooden stake positions.

Indeed, corresponding to eight positions.

Incredibly real.

Those small wooden boats appeared simple, yet, in contact with the purple seawater, they were not destroyed or corroded.

These eight wooden boats could indeed save people.

But only sixty-four people could be saved in total!!!

Not one more.

Yet present, there were a thousand people.

For First-Order Powers like the Xuu Family, to which Xuu Xiao belonged, the Qiu Family to which Qiu Shuang belonged, the Feng Family to which Feng Liu belonged, etc., combined, there were about sixty people. After all, they didn’t come alone but brought servants, guards, elders, and stewards.

Like Qiu Shuang, who brought four guards and a Qiu Family elder, along with herself, made six people.

Xuu Xiao brought more, with ten people from the Xuu Family.

Sima Ling also brought ten people.

Sixty-four slots were not enough!

One thousand could only be reduced to sixty-four survivors.

In an instant, a chillingly cold aura enveloped the last high ground.

[Um, 11 updates. Begging for recommendation votes ahh, the update time is kind of a pain, but Nanjihai will strive to update more, um, will do the best to update]