Chapter 411: Secrets of the Immortal Realm, Landing on the Island

"The East Sea Immortal Realm?"

"I didn't expect such a great power to exist; wouldn't that make its strength even greater than the three Nascent Soul sects of Central Province?" Qin Ming couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

Yue Lingyan was also startled, and with a strange expression, she asked, "Could it be that Fellow Daoist Qin doesn't know? This palace still thought Fellow Daoist Qin already knew everything about the mortal cultivation world."

"Hehe! Fellow Daoist Lingyan, you also know that Qin Mou comes from a remote place like the Southern Wilderness, so naturally, my access to information is blocked," Qin Ming said with an awkward smile.

Qin Ming had always been burying his head in farming and bitter cultivation; he had to admit that regarding his knowledge of the Immortal Realm, he was indeed too shallow.

Yue Lingyan did not mock him but patiently explained, "Within the Mortal World, besides the Southern Wilderness Immortal Realm and the Three Kingdoms of Central Province, there are also the East Sea Immortal Realm, the Western Nether Immortal Realm, and the Northern Cold Immortal Realm."

"Beyond the East Sea Immortal Realm, it is said there is a mysterious Outer Sea that is extremely vast; even a Jin Dan True Monarch would find it difficult to fully explore in a lifetime."

"Originally, the Southern Wilderness Immortal Realm was also a land extremely rich in cultivation resources; even a branch sect of the Qingyuan Sect once established a sect there, giving birth to many remarkable figures, but it sank completely during the Ancient Great War, and now only the tip of the iceberg remains."

"Since then, the Southern Wilderness has become a barren land relegated to a corner, and not even a single Jin Dan cultivator has been born since."

When Yue Lingyan spoke to this point, she sighed with endless emotion.

Listening to her account, Qin Ming was learning such information for the first time; "Hehe, I didn't expect the Southern Wilderness Immortal Realm at its peak to be no weaker than other immortal realms; if Fellow Daoist Lingyan hadn't mentioned it, Qin Mou would truly have been ignorant."

"It doesn't matter; since Fellow Daoist Qin's cultivation has reached this level, sooner or later you will encounter some of these secrets within the immortal realms," Yue Lingyan said with a faint smile.

Qin Ming suddenly remembered something, a flash of sharp light appearing in his eyes, and he simply asked again, "Then what about the Blood Ring Realm? Is it broader and more powerful than the Mortal World?"

He was quite concerned about this realm, after all, he had consecutively killed several disciples of the Demonic Sect, and even slaughtered their Holy Son.

Now that he carried the Blood Ring Curse Seal on his body, which was extremely dense, he naturally wanted to understand it clearly.

"It is not so; according to this palace's understanding, beneath the Spirit Realm exist countless small realms, almost too numerous to count."

"However, in terms of the vastness of the territory and the number and strength of high-level cultivators, the Mortal Cultivation World counts among the top large realms beneath the Spirit Realm."

"The Blood Ring Realm is the same; according to rumors, it is controlled by several large Huashenzong Sects, and it is primarily dominated by the Demonic Path."

"In terms of overall strength, it is slightly superior to the Mortal World."

"Even now, there are still Huashenzong Sects existing within the Mortal World."

Hearing this, Qin Ming nodded repeatedly, "So that's how it is."

After exchanging words with Yue Lingyan for a while, he bid farewell and left the Fox Clan's Sacred Land.

Yue Lingyan and the Little Silver Fox walked out of Twilight Mist Mountain to watch Qin Ming depart.

She still held in her hands the Demonic Flame Wine and the Infant-Nurturing Fruit that Qin Ming had gifted.

Several days later.

Qin Ming took out a map, picked a direction, and continued flying eastward.

This map was the one Yue Lingyan had given him.

Gradually, after crossing several mountain ranges in succession, a vast coastline appeared in Qin Ming's line of sight.

In fact, while he was with the Fox Clan, he learned from his exchange with Yue Lingyan that the path to the Southern Wilderness Immortal Realm was not limited to just this one route.

One could even reach it from the Beast Cry Mountain Range, but going deeper, various powerful Demon Clans were stationed there.

Furthermore, the paths leading to the Southern Wilderness were occupied and cut off by several Wang Clans possessing fourth-stage Demon Sages.

If he were to encounter the fourth-stage mid-period Demon Sage Brother Gushan, or a Demon Sage of the Split-Wind Eagle Clan, even with Qin Ming's current strength, it would be a dead end.

Unless he broke through to the Jin Dan realm, or pushed his body-refining technique to the stage of Sacred Body.

"I chose to return by ship from Little Guidao; although there are certain risks of wind and waves on the Black Sea, relatively speaking, it is safer."

Qin Ming's eyes flickered, and he immediately summoned the Yin Yi Shuangfeng, mounting it to fly toward the Black Sea.

The Yin Yi Shuangfeng let out a joyful neigh, carrying Qin Ming as it turned into a streak of silver escape light and vanished into the horizon.

After flying for a full ten-plus days, below was nothing but the endless Black Sea, without even a single place to set foot.

Even with the Yin Yi Shuangfeng flying at full speed with its third-stage late-period cultivation, it gradually felt fatigued.

Just as Qin Ming was considering whether to swap out that fellow Shi Tian Shu to ride for a while,

a black dot appeared on the sea surface in the distance.

Qin Ming's eyes brightened; after taking out the map to compare, a smile appeared on his face, "Finally arrived."

He immediately recalled the Yin Yi Shuangfeng into the Small Spirit Realm, activated the True Demon Illusion, and once again transformed into the appearance of Shopkeeper Lu.

Hiding his cultivation to the Foundation Establishment late period, only then did he descend toward the distant island.

However, just as Qin Ming was about to land on the island, he discovered that this Little Guidao truly lived up to its name because it was really small, even smaller than a small island in the spiritual energy Archipelago.

Looking down from above, Little Guidao was completely barren, devoid of life, covered entirely in black rocks split into pieces distributed like a turtle shell; there were no hiding spots whatsoever, making it completely exposed, and the island possessed absolutely no defensive forces.

When Qin Ming arrived, there were already several cultivators on Little Guidao waiting for the ship.

He merely swept them with his divine sense and saw that these cultivators were all low-level; only one was at the Foundation Establishment early stage, while the remaining few were at the Qi Condensation stage.

'Didn't Yue Lingyan say that departing from Great Jin, aside from those above the Jin Dan realm, it is rare for cultivators to reach Little Guidao?'

'Could it be that these few people are all cultivators from the East Sea Immortal Realm?'

Thinking of this, Qin Ming immediately became interested.

He had a great interest in understanding the secrets of the Immortal Realm.

Qin Ming turned into a streak of green rainbow and arrived in an instant, landing before the few people on the island.

At the same time.

The few people on Little Guidao waiting for the ship obviously also noticed Qin Ming's arrival.

As Qin Ming approached, the tremendous spiritual pressure emanating from him caused the few of them to change color without exception.

"Such terrifying spiritual pressure; it's a Foundation Establishment late-period expert!"

Qin Ming's appearance immediately put the few people on Little Guidao on high alert, making them extremely nervous.

On such a remote and isolated island, if they encountered someone with evil intentions who killed to steal treasures and destroyed the bodies to eliminate evidence,

these few low-level cultivators would have nowhere to cry even if they wanted to.

After Qin Ming settled down, the few people grew extremely nervous, but then immediately plastered warm smiles on their faces and spoke, "Fellow Daoists need not be tense; I, Lu, am also here to board the ship and bear no ill will."

The few people opposite him.

Hearing him speak thus, they cautiously sized Qin Ming up repeatedly; seeing that he appeared quite upright, they finally put down their hanging hearts, all cupping their fists to say, "Greetings, Senior Lu!"

After exchanging greetings with the few people, Qin Ming discovered through some inquiry that.

Among them, the Luo-surnamed cultivator at the early Foundation Establishment stage was a square-faced middle-aged man, mature and steady.

The other few Qi Refining cultivators were all his clansmen.

Hailing from a small family on the periphery of the Eastern Sea Immortal Realm, this Luo-surnamed cultivator intended to lead his family's younger generation to an island in the Black Sea for training, while also hunting some low-grade sea demons to supplement the household income.

The few members of the Luo family, seeing Qin Ming's profound cultivation base, were infinitely respectful in their attitude.

Regarding Qin Ming's inquiries, they were filled with extreme caution and overwhelmed by the honor.

However, after Qin Ming inquired further, he found that the knowledge of these low-grade cultivators was extremely limited.

Seeing that he could not learn anything useful, Qin Ming lost interest in continuing his questioning.

He immediately sat down on the spot, closed his eyes to rest his spirit, and began to meditate.

After waiting for less than half a day on Little Guidao.

Qin Ming, who was meditating with his eyes closed, slowly opened his eyes.

His divine sense had already detected a ship two hundred li away, heading toward Little Guidao.

However, Qin Ming's face showed a strange expression, and he couldn't help but think to himself, "This ship is a bit too small, isn't it?"

"Can this actually undertake ocean voyages on the Black Sea and arrive safely in the Southern Wilderness?"

After another stick of incense had burned.

That ship finally swayed and bumped its way over, docking at Little Guidao.

It turned out to be a pitch-black small boat less than fifty zhang in length, covered in rust stains, with its hull even overrun by water weeds and bearing numerous signs of repair. "Uh, this..." Qin Ming stared blankly at the ship, somewhat speechless.

The middle-aged Luo-surnamed cultivator, however, spoke to Qin Ming with a face full of excitement, "Senior Lu, the ship has arrived; let us board."

Qin Ming nodded; his divine sense swept through the interior of the ship, discovering that it was already filled with quite a few cultivators.

However, most were low-grade cultivators, likely making short trips; people like Qin Ming traveling directly to the Southern Wilderness were probably few and far between.

After the ship docked, two figures, one large and one small, appeared on the bow deck, gazing at the crowd on Little Guidao.

The larger of the two was an old man at the early Jin Dan stage; presumably having sailed the seas for years, his skin was tanned dark, his beard unkempt, and he was currently holding a pipe in his mouth, exhaling clouds of smoke.

The smaller one was a quick-witted looking youth, wearing short pants and a short-sleeved shirt, bare-chested.

"Old man, we have business again."

(End of Chapter)