Chapter 882: The Final Trump Card

Although he had long heard of the terror of Lei Jie, rumors could never compare to seeing it with one's own eyes.

After witnessing the Heart Sword Sect's wretched state, the crowd realized the rumors were not false, and that the records of Lei Jie's might had actually been understated!

On the Xuanfeng vessel.

Jiang Chen and the others exchanged glances, clicking their tongues in amazement.

Their perception of this Wang Old Ancestor had once again been overturned.

"Wanting to transcend the Sword Saint Tribulation without relocating, bringing such a great disaster upon his own sect—this Wang Old Ancestor truly doesn't care about his own sect at all…"

"It seems not only this Wang Daozi, but the entire Heart Sword Sect, or even the Wang clan descendants behind him, are all insignificant in his eyes?"

"If sacrificing everyone could raise his own strength, he probably wouldn't hesitate for a moment."

The crowd sighed with emotion.

Immediately, they looked down even more upon this selfish Wang Old Ancestor.

After all, if it were them, even if they themselves perished, they would absolutely not implicate their clans and make their clansmen suffer with them!

To abandon kinship, friendship, love so lightly for the sake of growing stronger…

They could not do it, nor did they wish to become such cold and selfish people!

"Hm?"

Suddenly, Jiang Chen's brow furrowed slightly, as if he had sensed something.

Since he began dreaming several months ago, he had often dreamed of "Chen"'s various experiences.

He had not only gained a great deal of sword dao comprehension, but also mastered many cultivation techniques and martial skills, and even obtained two divine abilities.

Besides this, his divine soul seemed to be nourished by something.

Every time he woke, his divine soul's strength would increase somewhat.

Until now, although his cultivation base realm still remained at the Sun Wheel realm, his divine soul's strength was comparable to that of a Primordial Spirit great power!

His spiritual sense perception was naturally no weaker than that of a Primordial Spirit realm expert!

Therefore, he keenly sensed that, under the continuous influence of Lei Jie's power, the surrounding space was undergoing some subtle change.

"This feeling… seems like an omen before a Grotto-Heaven Minor World or secret realm emerges…"

Grotto-Heaven Minor Worlds are generally innate creations, cannot be made by human hands, are extremely rare in number, but contain abundant treasures and resources.

Secret realms, on the other hand, are acquired creations, generally opened up by experts of the Heavenly Being realm or above who have extremely profound comprehension of space, usually used as the opener's inheritance ground, or a tomb!

The area of a secret realm is determined by the cultivation base of its opener during their lifetime.

For a weak cultivator, the area might only be the size of a back courtyard.

For a powerful cultivator, the area might rival an entire real world!

In order to better help his clan, Jiang Chen had once crammed a great deal of related knowledge.

So after sensing the change in space, he could quickly associate it with Grotto-Heaven Minor Worlds and secret realms.

"How interesting. To think that stepping out this time would bring such an unexpected surprise…"

Jiang Chen's eyes flickered, and a faint smile unconsciously curled at the corner of his lips.

It could be foreseen that, if he seized the opportunity before him, it would add another considerable batch of resources for his clansmen.

Whether it was a Grotto-Heaven Minor World or a secret realm, he absolutely could not miss it!

At the same time, not only Jiang Chen, but all other experts of the Primordial Spirit realm and above sensed something amiss.

Realizing an opportunity was about to emerge, no one paid any more attention to the Heart Sword Sect's wretched state.

They continuously used their spiritual sense to scan the surroundings, patiently waiting for the opportunity to emerge.

And Zhou Xuan of the Medicine King Valley, after receiving a spiritual transmission from a Primordial Spirit realm expert, also learned of this news.

"A Grotto-Heaven Minor World? A secret realm? To think that near the Heart Sword Sect's grounds, such an opportunity was actually hidden!"

"Even Wang Jizhou, one of the present era's supreme experts, stayed here for several thousand years without detecting the slightest anomaly—this opportunity must be no small matter…"

Thinking of this, Zhou Xuan's eyes lit up.

Realizing the importance of the matter.

To prevent any mishap, she hurriedly took out a sheet of golden paper.

Her fingers traced in the air, and primordial power condensed into characters.

"A great opportunity has descended upon the Heart Sword Sect. I hope Father arrives quickly!"

A line of large primordial-power characters was branded onto the golden paper, which then spontaneously combusted without fire, turning to flying ash in midair!

After sending the message to her father, Zhou Xuan's brow relaxed, and she finally set her mind at ease.

Without Father there, how could their Medicine King Valley take a share of the spoils right under the noses of Wang Jizhou and Tian Jian?

Just as everyone harbored their own thoughts.

Within the Heart Sword Sect's grounds.

Under Lei Jie's wanton devastation, the entire mountain could be said to be wailing everywhere, with blood flowing like rivers!

The once incomparably glorious palace towers, like an immortal realm, had now become a stretch of broken, dilapidated ruins!

And at the center of Lei Jie's attacks.

Wang Jizhou had suddenly become disheveled, in a wretched state, without any of the composure a great cultivator at the perfection of the Heavenly Being realm should possess!

His robes were tattered, and his entire body's skin was like charcoal.

Flesh split open, revealing shocking, blood-red lines.

Even his heaven-grade top-quality law sword had been chipped in multiple places by Lei Jie, forcing him to summon the sect-suppressing holy weapon "Xuan Ya"!

Xuan Ya was a holy-grade lower-quality magic treasure left behind by the Heart Sword Sect's founding patriarch, passed down through several generations of the sect's strongest, ultimately falling into his hands!

It was precisely by relying on Xuan Ya's power that he could barely preserve his life before Lei Jie.

Otherwise, he would long since have perished here!

Rumble—rumble—rumble———

Seeing the thunder dragon he had shattered reform and split into three once more, Wang Jizhou's eyes went wide with fury, his heart brimming with unwillingness!

"Sword Saint Tribulation? This damned thing — can anyone really survive it?!"

Wang Jizhou truly could not comprehend it.

No matter how many times he had overestimated this tribulation's power.