Chapter 128: Emperor Dong Huang Secret Realm, Shadow of the Chaos Bell

Upon hearing these words, Niu Mowang Peng looked stunned; it seemed he did not know the purpose for which Kun Peng had asked him to bring the Mosquito Daoist here.

Yet, he still said, "My master is waiting for you, Senior, in this secret realm. Please, follow me."

"Hehehe..." The Mosquito Daoist let out a strange laugh. "It seems Kun Peng doesn't trust you, his disciple, very much either. He didn't even tell you the purpose of my coming here."

"Senior, it would be better not to say such meaningless things. Let us hurry; my master is still waiting for us."

Niu Mowang Peng did not want to continue this topic with the Mosquito Daoist.

Although Kun Peng had not told him the purpose of this trip, he did not want to gossip about his master behind his back.

Having said this, he ignored the Mosquito Daoist and turned to head toward the depths of the secret realm.

The Mosquito Daoist watched his retreating figure, a trace of a smile appearing at the corners of his mouth, hidden beneath his black robe.

He did not say anything more, his figure flickered, and he followed.

Meanwhile, Su Chen, hiding behind the two, was still reflecting on the information revealed in their conversation.

"Damn... that's a massive amount of information."

The information he had just heard was enough to stir up an earth-shattering storm within the Three Realms.

The Mosquito Daoist actually wanted Kun Peng to help him excise from his body the three grades of the Jin Lian he had absorbed from the Twelve-Grade Merit Jin Lian back then.

One must know that the Twelve-Grade Merit Jin Lian was a supreme innate spiritual treasure, and a treasure of luck capable of suppressing a great sect.

Kun Peng was willing to use the imprint left by the Chaos Bell in this secret realm to help the Mosquito Daoist excise the three-grade Jin Lian that had been tormenting him from within; his intentions were likely grand.

Su Chen suspected that, given Kun Peng's character, he was likely trying to use this opportunity to seize that three-grade Jin Lian.

But the Mosquito Daoist, who could forcibly absorb the three-grade Jin Lian right under the nose of a Saint, was not so easily schemed against.

Su Chen felt that these two were likely harboring their own ulterior motives.

"What now?" Su Chen's mind raced.

Follow Niu Mowang Peng and the others to find Kun Peng?

Su Chen quickly dismissed this idea; that would be pure suicide.

He couldn't even deal with the Mosquito Daoist alone, let alone adding Kun Peng to the mix.

Moreover, Kun Peng seemed to be proficient in the Great Dao of Space; his own space inheritance obtained from Yang Mei Daxian might not necessarily be able to hide his figure before Kun Peng.

"I cannot take the same path as them. They are going to see Kun Peng, I am going to seek my treasure!"

Su Chen quickly made his decision.

His goal, from beginning to end, had only been that axe at the level of a post-celestial spiritual treasure.

As for the deal between Kun Peng and the Mosquito Daoist, that was a battle between immortals; as a lowly Golden Immortal, it was better to stay as far away as possible.

As long as he could quietly obtain the treasure and slip away without anyone noticing, then this trip to the secret realm would be a complete success.

Su Chen changed direction and, according to the instructions given by the Tianji Baojian, headed toward the goal of his trip.

This secret realm was far more vast than he had imagined.

The entire world was permeated with a sense of desolation and dead silence.

Su Chen traveled across the shattered earth; he could feel that the spiritual treasure was not far away.

He increased his speed while simultaneously raising his vigilance to the maximum.

The closer one got to a treasure, the more likely danger existed.

Heaven knows if there were any powerful restrictions or the like beside this post-celestial spiritual treasure.

He continued forward for about the time it takes to burn a stick of incense.

Su Chen suddenly stopped, his gaze fixed ahead.

He saw that on the horizon not far ahead, a gigantic palace had appeared.

That palace was cast entirely from bronze, its style ancient and magnificent, carved with countless reliefs of gods, demons, and exotic beasts, exuding an overbearing aura that suppressed the heavens.

Above the palace, streams of chaotic Qi descended, shrouding the entire palace within.

A terrifying pressure that made one's heart palpitate permeated from within that palace.

"This... this is..."

Su Chen looked at the bronze palace, completely stunned.

Because he felt the aura of the Mosquito Daoist within the bronze palace.

Su Chen was somewhat bewildered; he and Niu Mowang Peng and the Mosquito Daoist clearly had not taken the same direction, so how could they have arrived at the same place?

Su Chen did not know that this secret realm was created with the imprint of the Chaos Bell as its core, but because Dong Huang Tai Yi had died, no one was left to control the Chaos Bell again.

This caused the imprint of the Chaos Bell here to gradually lose control; in this secret realm, time and space were chaotic.

He had been misled by the chaotic space; it appeared he and Niu Mowang Peng and the Mosquito Daoist were not taking the same direction, but in reality, his direction had long since deviated without him knowing.

Su Chen looked at the bronze palace, his heart sinking to the bottom.

Kun Peng and the Mosquito Daoist—either one of these two, taken individually, could crush him like an ant, and now these two were gathered together.

And the post-celestial spiritual treasure he was looking for, according to the prompt of the Tianji Baojian, was precisely in the bronze palace where the two were located.

How was he supposed to get it?

"Tianji Baojian, you are trying to get me killed!" Su Chen wailed in his heart.

But he was not a person who gave up easily.

Since he had already come this far, no matter what, he had to find a way to try.

Su Chen believed in his analysis that these two were definitely not of one mind; once they clashed, that would be his opportunity.

As long as he was careful enough, there might be a chance.

"Wealth is sought in danger; let's do it!"

Su Chen took a deep breath and adjusted his mindset.

He quietly circled to the side of the ancient palace, fully activating the space Dao patterns on his Hunyuan Jin Dan to conceal his figure, and stealthily moved toward the direction of the ancient palace.

With every step forward, he was extremely cautious, fearing he might alert Kun Peng and the Mosquito Daoist in the palace.

Su Chen felt as if every step he took was dancing on the tip of a knife.

Once discovered, he might not even have a chance to escape.

Su Chen's heart was filled with horror.

As the distance closed, Su Chen finally discovered something worth being happy about.

Around the great hall, the chaotic Qi descending caused the space around the hall to constantly fluctuate.

This made his stealth much safer; even if he accidentally made some noise, it would be masked by the movement of this chaotic Qi.

This greatly reduced the probability of him being detected by Kun Peng.

Su Chen quickly circled to the other side of the bronze palace and discovered that this palace was not intact.

At the top of the palace, there was a gigantic hole, as if it had been pierced through by a single strike from beyond the heavens.

"It seems a tragic battle once took place here."

Su Chen thought to himself.

He circled the palace, cautiously investigating.

Then he discovered that his target, that post-celestial spiritual treasure, was not inside the palace, but behind it.

This discovery made Su Chen heave a long sigh of relief in his heart.

His spirits lifted, and he hurriedly circled around the palace, continuing to stealthily move toward the rear.

Passing through a ruin of collapsed palaces, the scene behind the palace appeared before his eyes. ===== CHAPTER 129 =====