Chapter 920: Dragging the Secret Realm, Patrolling the Beiyuan of the Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun

A Secret Realm hundreds of kilometers in size continuously shattered space, rumbling forward, naturally emitting a terrifying pressure.

Within a ten-thousand-li radius, all beasts, cultivators, and living beings were filled with dread, trembling in fear, sensing an impending catastrophic disaster, yet unable to escape.

Because this anomaly existed everywhere within a ten-thousand-li radius!

There was nowhere to hide, nowhere to flee—every direction brimmed with heaven and earth's lethal intent, forcing all life to freeze in place, minds blank.

Their intuition was, in fact, correct.

A Secret Realm hundreds of kilometers in size shattering space and rumbling forward—let alone the various disasters triggered by celestial upheaval, even the spatial blades naturally spilling outward from the rupturing space alone could annihilate every living thing along its path, reducing even Shanfeng to shattered fragments and carving deep canyons into the earth.

Many famous terrains such as the 'Rip Heaven Gorge' and 'Sword-Cleft Valley' were likely shaped by the artificial activities of Soul Transformation cultivators across generations.

Yet, in reality, when the Luoxu Sect's Secret Realm rumbled past, it left no impact on the earth—not a single blade of grass damaged, a gentle breeze brushing the face, like a dreamy mirage.

Only after the Secret Realm had fully departed did the living beings on the earth recover from their frozen, mind-blank state.

Jiang Ding dragged the Luoxu Sect's Secret Realm through the sky.

He had unfurled his Great Sun Annihilation Sword Domain, completely enveloping the Secret Realm; any trace of spatial rift or turbulence was instantly dissolved by several sword qi strikes, leaving no damage to the outside world from start to finish.

This was inevitable—it was his Beiyuan, his tax territory.

He could destroy anywhere, but not here!

Jiang Ding dragged the Luoxu Sect's Secret Realm for months, returning once more to Liu Dao Sect, where he drove in a spatial anchor to nail it down, sinking the Secret Realm once again into deep space.

This was the Secret Realm's innate instinct, stemming from its shattered boundary, inherently capable of merging with space.

"We pay homage, Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun!"

The Liu Dao Sect cultivators left behind trembled as they came forward to greet him.

No Nascent Soul cultivators were present—all were Jin Dan cultivators.

These Jin Dan cultivators had never before encountered a Soul Transformation cultivator, and their hearts trembled.

Some dared to glance sideways, seeing only a hazy figure immersed in the radiance of the Great Sun, their exact form indiscernible.

The Jin Dan cultivators shuddered and immediately lowered their heads.

This was no deliberate concealment—it was the natural diffusion of Jiang Ding's inner power, forming a barrier that blocked spiritual sense and vision.

This was a common phenomenon among high-energy beings; if he did not consciously restrain his power, no Jin Dan or lower cultivator could survive within a thousand-li radius.

This was also one of the key reasons high-level cultivators disliked associating with low-level ones—they had to constantly restrain themselves, or risk killing low-level cultivators by accident.

Though normal, seeing it too often was annoying.

"My fellow cultivators, no need for such formalities."

Jiang Ding nodded.

He summoned the avatar of Jiuyuan Jiuyuan Lingcan Chun Chun Sanwa, the sect master of Nong Sect—his true body had also gone to the battlefield; all Nascent Soul cultivators were required to serve, regardless of rank.

This was a vast difference between immortal sects and mortal powers.

In mortal powers, the Three Ducal Ministers and Nine High Officials were merely decrepit old men; even a simple farmer on the battlefield was stronger than them, and the main force of war consisted of seasoned elites.

In immortal sects, it was different—realm crushed all else; even if a Jin Dan cultivator trained his entire life, a Nascent Soul cultivator could wipe out a whole group with a flick of the wrist.

The immortal Dao factions are different—realm crushes everything. A Jin Dan cultivator, no matter how long you've trained, can be wiped out in droves with a wave of an infant's hand by a Nascent Soul cultivator.

One could not sit safely behind the lines, watching others fight and die, merely because one held an administrative post.

Beiyuan's Nascent Soul cultivators had relatively backward avatar techniques, unable to sustain multitasking—but Jiuyuan Jiuyuan Lingcan Chun Chun Sanwa was an exception; he was born with the innate talent to produce multiple avatars, and still retained an avatar behind to manage affairs and enable resurrection when necessary.

The avatar techniques of Nascent Soul cultivators in the Northern Plains are relatively backward, making it hard to sustain multi-threaded work. But Chun Chun Sanwa of the Nine-Element Spirit Ginseng is an exception—he was born with a natural talent for diverse avatars, and he still left an avatar behind to handle various affairs and, when necessary, revive himself.

Soon, a small, white, plump doll no taller than a human's knee flew over, speaking bluntly: "I'm very busy—my Jin Dan avatar can't handle all the Nong Sect's affairs."

This naturally born spirit entity had received little formal education in etiquette or rigid hierarchical norms, so he showed no ordinary cultivator's reverence toward Jiang Ding.

Changing that was simple: beat him until he learned.

Many Soul Transformation Canghai Tianjun had tamed such celestial spirits this way, with no lasting consequences.

Many Soul Transformation Canghai Tianjun subdued such spiritual objects of heaven and earth in exactly this way, and there were no aftereffects.

Jiang Ding smiled, leading him into the Luoxu Sect's Secret Realm: "Do you recognize this place?"

Jiang Ding said with a smile, bringing him into the Luoxu Sect's Secret Realm: "Do you recognize this place?"

Chun Chun Sanwa's eyes widened wide.

"You moved my home here?!!"

Chun Chun Sanwa exclaimed in delight.

"What do you mean 'your home'? This is my Secret Realm."

Jiang Ding frowned: "You Nong Sect will handle it—send people in quickly, plan the optimal cultivation schemes for spiritual herbs and heavenly treasures, and deliver a preliminary result within ten years."

"It's clearly my home—I was born here, lived here for thousands of years…"

"It's clearly my home. I was born here, lived here for several thousand years…"

But despite his complaints, his hands moved swiftly.

He unleashed waves of emerald-green spiritual light, spreading outward, using his Jiuyuan Jiuyuan Lingcan clan's innate ability to commune with all spiritual plants and survey the Secret Realm's natural conditions.

One after another, spring-green spiritual-light spells were cast out, spreading in all directions. Using the Nine-Element Spirit Ginseng clan's innate talent, he communicated with the spiritual plants all around, investigating the various natural conditions of the Luoxu Sect's Secret Realm.

This green-robed youth, though easygoing and never punishing him for insults, and despite granting him excellent treatment that was always fulfilled,

would instantly turn cold and ruthless if he neglected his duties!

Do as required—imprison if needed, execute if necessary—no mercy, no favors.

"About twenty-eight years."

Chun Chun Sanwa said bluntly: "No Nascent Soul cultivators available, very few Jin Dan cultivators—we're slower than before, this is already our fastest pace, and we'll need to draw personnel from elsewhere."

"Fine. I'll give you thirty years."

Chun Chun Sanwa bluntly said, "There are no Nascent Soul cultivators available to deploy, and Golden Core cultivators are also scarce. Our speed is not what it used to be; this is already the fastest we can go, and we still need to draw people from other places."

"Very well, I will give you thirty years."

Jiang Ding thought it made sense, condensed a Secret Realm key, casually tossed it to him, and turned to leave.

At the same time, after nearly a year of travel, the three great armies of Tushan Master Tushan Zhongting finally arrived at the former mountain gate of the Darifa Sect, the ruling center of the Western Desert Demon Clan Empire in the Northern Plains.

Three great military formations.

The Nine-Elephant Sword Cloud of the Master Tushan Master Tushan Zhongting Maidens Corps stretched across the sky, its sword light sharp and piercing, surging toward the heavens;

The hundred thousand wheels of sunlight from the Great Sun Longsword Corps shone brilliantly, sword qi crisscrossed in all directions, and sword intent exerted pressure everywhere;

Most terrifying and Kong Bu Chen Zhong was the million-strong army of cultivators from the Hun Yuan Fa Tiandu; a thousand Yuanguangmingdian floated into the air, forming dense arrays, their massive military pressure nearly crushing the Northern Capital of the Western Desert Demon Clan Empire.

As the three great armies of the Northern Plains advanced, there were not a few obstacles; the six Wang Zu armies of the Western Desert Demon Clan and the Imperial Guard of the Ice Phoenix Clan had all attempted to block them or attack the Great Sun Sword Sect to split the three great armies apart, then surround and annihilate them.

But in the end, every obstacle thrown up by the demons was smashed head-on; the leading Demon Lords died, countless Demon Generals and Demon Kings lay dead across the fields, and nothing could stop them.

Now, the Master Tushan army has even arrived here.

The Master Tushan Master Tushan Zhongting army exerted pressure in all directions, completely surrounding the Northern Capital of the Western Desert Demon Clan Empire, about to launch a total assault, uprooting this nail of the Western Desert Demon Clan Empire in the Northern Plains, and reclaiming the Northern Plains territory.

(End of this chapter)