Chapter 1036

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Protagonist:

Xu Zhangqing

Third, the Night Crying Secret Realm won't let people come for nothing.

Anyone who walks out alive will obtain something related to their own karma.

It might be a cultivation method, might be a magic treasure, might be a memory, or might be an answer.

Perhaps the thing isn't necessarily the best, but it is certainly the most "suitable" for the present.

Therefore, the Night Crying Secret Realm has another name, called the Karma Realm.

"Karma Realm?"

"Isn't that a guaranteed profit?"

"Is there no price?!"

After hearing this, everyone's expressions were different.

Qin Baili's half-squinted eyes suddenly brightened for an instant.

Li Chuan was silent as usual, but his hand resting on the Corpse King Sword unconsciously tightened a few degrees.

Mo Sha inhaled a breath of cold air, looked back at the crowd with their varied expressions, and couldn't help cursing in a low voice in the barbarian tongue.

Those elders of the submitted tribes knelt on the ground, their whole bodies trembling non-stop, muttering something, as if praying to the totem for forgiveness.

Only the members and disciples selected from the Seven Peaks had expressions that had changed from initial nervousness into irrepressible excitement.

The tribes were unruly and intractable; they originally thought a hard battle was inevitable.

As a result, a hard battle was indeed fought, but after the battle, a secret realm actually fell from the sky.

And it was the legendary Karma Realm, able to give out things related to one's own karma; this kind of opportunity, normally they wouldn't have the qualifications to enter.

Xu Zhangqing took in everyone's reactions, then turned to Qin Baili and asked: "Has the vortex stabilized?"

Qin Baili tilted his head to look at that dark red vortex in the sky, his tone returning to its usual calm: "From last night until now, it has been slowly expanding.

The speed isn't fast, but there's no sign of stopping.

At the current rate, in three days at most, the entrance will form."

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Three days passed in a flash.

The vortex's expansion speed was even more stable than Qin Baili estimated.

On the first day, the vortex stirred up by the dark red light pillar in the sky was only a dozen zhang in diameter, its edges uneven, like a wound torn open by some force.

On the second day, the vortex expanded to thirty zhang; at its center one could glimpse the phantom of another world — under a gray sky, the vague contours of undulating mountains could be seen, but that outline flickered in and out, as if separated by a constantly flowing water curtain.

On the third day, the vortex fully stabilized, diameter exceeding fifty zhang, edges solid as a mirror, the phantom at its center completely clear.

It was a world completely different from the Northern Domain — no yellow sand, no corpses, no heavy leaden clouds, only a layer of faint twilight shrouding undulating mountains and dark plains, as if forever frozen at the moment where dusk and night meet.

The entrance has formed.

Xu Zhangqing stood in the center of the temporary camp, surrounded by members and disciples ready to depart; his gaze swept over the crowd, finally landing on Li Chuan: "For safety reasons, Li Chuan will take half the people and stay outside."

His tone brooked no argument: "You must guard the entrance well; whether it's alien race remnants or other forces, anyone who dares approach, kill without mercy."

Li Chuan nodded: "Yes."

The rest, though slightly regretful, did not disobey.

Xu Zhangqing then looked at Qin Baili and Mo Sha: "You two take the remaining people and follow me inside."

Qin Baili crossed his arms, the corner of his mouth under the mask curving up slightly, quite expectant about this secret realm trip.

Mo Sha took a deep breath, looked back at those tribal elders still kneeling on the ground trembling non-stop, cursed softly in the barbarian tongue, then waved his hand at the Xuanming Peak disciples behind him, signaling them to follow.

Before entering, Xu Zhangqing signaled everyone to wait a moment, then took out a stack of golden-light-shining spirit talismans from his storage item; each was only palm-sized, the talisman face drawn with extremely fine cinnabar depicting dense patterns, and in the very center a strand of xuan gold light pattern flowed like a living thing.

"What spirit talisman is this?"

"One look and you can tell the quality isn't low!"

"Nonsense, it's the Sect Master's thing; how could it be ordinary?"

Seeing this scene, many people were excited beyond measure.

"This is the Xuan Yuan Golden Light Talisman."

Xu Zhangqing handed the talismans to everyone while explaining: "Originally, this is a top-grade talisman used to resist heavenly tribulation; once activated it can form a golden light protective shield around the body, able to block a fatal attack.

Although it's not omnipotent, at least it can protect you thoroughly for a period of time.

What will happen after entering the secret realm, no one can say for sure.

This talisman counts as your final trump card."

Everyone looked at the Xuan Yuan Golden Light Talismans in their hands, expressions quite shocked.

A defensive talisman of this grade, outside a single one could sell for a sky-high price; the Sect Master actually gave one to each person — his generosity was staggering.

Mo Sha received the talisman, his fingers pausing slightly.

He looked at Xu Zhangqing, his lips moving as if wanting to say something, but in the end said nothing.

Qin Baili was much more casual; he flipped the talisman over, examined it carefully, then let out a low chuckle: "You're quite generous."

"Life is more precious than the talisman."

Xu Zhangqing put the remaining Xuan Yuan Golden Light Talismans back into his storage item, then turned to face the already fully formed secret realm entrance.

The dark red vortex rotated above everyone's heads.

The edges solidified like a mirror, while the land shrouded in twilight at the center was clearly visible.

An ancient aura surged endlessly from the vortex; even the wind blowing now carried an indescribable chill.

It was not a chill of temperature, but a faint cold that penetrated deep into the divine soul, making one involuntarily hold one's breath.

"Depart."

Xu Zhangqing gave the order, transforming first into a yellowish-brown escape light and plunging into the vortex.

Qin Baili followed closely behind, his sword light like a bright white bolt of silk piercing in.

Mo Sha waved his hand to the disciples behind him, then followed them in.

Three hundred escape lights rose one after another, like a star river flowing upstream, sinking into that dark red vortex.

In the instant of passing through the vortex, Xu Zhangqing felt a gaze.

As if something, at the moment he passed through the entrance, had swept a glance over him.

That gaze held no malice, yet it could penetrate flesh and blood, penetrate the Qi Sea, penetrate layer upon layer of law-protective shields, and see directly to the most primal thing.

Even so, he felt the five spirit roots, the Dao Heart Lotus Embryo, the Xuanhuang Mother Qi Cauldron, and the Primordial Heavy Water within his body tremble slightly beneath that gaze.

Then, the sensation of weightlessness vanished.

A solid feeling came, and the whole person landed on a piece of unfamiliar land.

Xu Zhangqing swept with his divine sense and perceived something was wrong.

There was actually no one around.

Qin Baili was not there, Mo Sha was not there, and those three hundred disciples were not there either.

He stood alone on a vast grey plain, above him a dark sky between dusk and night.

There was no sun, no moon, and no stars.

Beneath his feet was dry gray-white land, not a blade of grass growing, the edge nowhere in sight at a glance!