Chapter 1155

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Protagonist:

Xu Zhangqing

However, Xu Zhangqing's Divine Sense lingered on the battlefield for only a moment before being expelled by an irresistible force.

It was not that Zhen Yuanzi did so intentionally, but that the aftershocks of the two sides' clash were too powerful.

The collision of the Law of Time and the Chaos Laws ground that stretch of Void into a forbidden zone where no Divine Sense could gain a foothold.

An ordinary cultivator's Divine Sense would be torn to shreds the moment it neared the edge; that Xu Zhangqing could glimpse a corner speaks volumes about the depth of his foundation.

He withdrew his Divine Sense, a trace of solemnity flashing in his eyes.

Zhen Yuanzi's battle with the Chaos Royal Clan — who knows how long before a victor emerges.

That Chaos Royal Clan member's body was so vast that even Divine Sense could not encompass it.

And Zhen Yuanzi, wielding the Law of Time as a blade, erased the opponent stroke by stroke.

This is not a slaughter that can be decided quickly, but a protracted contest between two terrifying existences.

Just then, another burst of light exploded in a different direction.

That light was utterly unlike the previous golden light pillar; it was not a straight treasure light soaring to the heavens, but layer upon layer of halos spreading outward.

The halos were a blue-gray, like some great gate sealed for countless ages, now opening in the depths of the Chaos Sea.

"Another Supreme Treasure?"

"No, this is a Secret Realm!"

"The Universe Tides have forced open a Secret Realm!"

The surrounding cultivators instantly boiled with excitement.

Countless Escape Lights swarmed toward the direction the halos were spreading.

Xu Zhangqing and Zhao Ziyue exchanged a glance; Zhao Ziyue stowed his Fishing Rod, the waves beneath the flat boat changing direction on their own, and the two flew side by side toward that place.

The Lei Ming Yin Dragon Boat maintained a distance of ten-odd zhang behind Xu Zhangqing, the Lei Long dragon head at the prow letting out a low roar that deterred all the Chaos Unique Species along the way that wanted to approach.

By the time they arrived, that area was already surrounded by no fewer than five hundred cultivators.

Everyone's gazes converged on the center of the halos.

There was no Supreme Treasure there, but a great gate inlaid within the Chaos.

The gate stood a hundred zhang tall, its frame engraved with dense ancient Inscriptions, each emitting a blue-gray light.

A semi-transparent Restriction covered the gate, rippling faintly like water waves; through the Restriction one could vaguely see another world beyond the gate.

Inside were mountains and rivers, towering ancient trees.

Even flying birds and running beasts could be seen flashing past.

A Secret Realm!

And a Rare Secret Realm at that.

But the trouble is not small either.

Around the Secret Realm, no fewer than twenty Chaos Lords were entrenched.

Their massive bodies, like city walls, sealed the Secret Realm's entrance so tightly that not even water could leak through.

Countless compound eyes flashed with cold light, staring dead at every cultivator who approached.

And behind this group of Lords, within the Chaos Fog, the silhouette of an even more colossal entity could be faintly discerned.

How vast was that silhouette?

The arc of a single side shadow alone spanned a distance of several thousand zhang.

It remained utterly motionless, as if dormant, yet that heavy pressure that made breathing impossible told everyone without exception: this is a Chaos Giant Beast.

A Chaos Giant Beast with a physical body tyrannical enough to shatter stars, its strength comparable to the Mahayana Stage.

The scene froze instantly.

The Secret Realm was tempting, but the combination of twenty Lords plus one Giant Beast was enough to calm anyone present.

No one was willing to be the first sucker to charge in; everyone was waiting.

Waiting for someone else to move first, waiting to fish in troubled waters amid the chaos.

Thus, people began to declare their identities and rally teams.

The cultivators from the Endless Star Domain spoke up first.

A burly man in crimson Daoist robes stepped forward; flames churned around him, a burning Vermilion Bird embroidered on his chest: "I am the Sect Master of the Blazing Fire Sect of the Nanming Flame Continent, Chi Yan Shangren.

Is there anyone willing to join me in breaking through this beast horde?

When the time comes, the things inside the Secret Realm will be shared by all!"

His words had barely fallen when a cold laugh rang out from the other side.

A white-haired old man carrying a long sword stepped out, dense sword patterns engraved on the scabbard, his Sword Qi nearly condensed into substance: "Chi Yan Shangren, your abacus clicks loud enough.

In this old man's view, better to each rely on his own ability — no one helps anyone, no one owes anyone."

As he spoke, he cupped his fists toward the surroundings, "This old man is from the Xiji Jianzhou, Supreme Elder of the Lingyun Sword Pavilion, Jian Wuchen."

"Jian Wuchen!"

"Even the Supreme Elder of the Lingyun Sword Pavilion has come?"

"That is the number one Sword Cultivator sect in the Xiji Jianzhou!"

Someone in the crowd sucked in a sharp breath.

Before the crowd could digest this information, another voice sounded.

This time his tone was much gentler, but within the gentleness lay a hint of indisputable majesty.

This time, the newcomer was not from the Endless Star Domain, but from the Three Enclosures Star Domain of the Floating World Four Domains.

A middle-aged man wearing a Purple Star Robe embroidered with the star map of the Ziwei Enclosure on his robe, the arrangement of stars subtly matching the operation of the Heavenly Dao, spoke in a loud voice: "Fellow Dao Friends, I am Ziwei Xing, Supreme Elder of the Taiping Sect, Xing Yuanzi."

He nodded slightly to the surroundings, then continued: "The Floating World Four Domains and the Endless Star Domain, though separated by a great distance, since today we are all before the same Secret Realm, it is fate."

My suggestion is that those present allocate the order of entering the Secret Realm according to strength.

Each relying on their own ability, each taking what they need, also avoiding harming harmony."

"Allocate order according to strength?"

From the Xuanming Youzhou side came a yin-yang sarcastic interjection: "When the people from the Beidou Xianfu arrive, do you also want them to line up behind them!"

Xing Yuanzi's smile froze on his face.

The gazes of the crowd, as if by agreement, swept toward Xu Changqing's side.

He stood on Zhao Ziyue's flat boat, his blue shirt fluttering, behind him was a hundred-zhang Leiming Yin Dragon Ship, beside him was the Agent of the Lord of Gui Xu.

Such a configuration, it was hard not to attract attention.

Xu Changqing, however, seemed not to feel those gazes, turning his head to Zhao Ziyue and saying: "The Secret Realm is good, but I do not plan to enter."

Zhao Ziyue nodded: "I am not very interested either."

Xu Changqing thought for a moment, and had a plan in mind.

The Secret Realm naturally could not be missed, but he absolutely could not enter it himself.

The Supreme Treasure of the Chaos Sea could reappear at any time.

The battle between Zhen Yuanzi and the Chaos Royal Clan remained undecided.

These two matters were both far more important than a Secret Realm.

However, that he could not go personally did not mean he could not send someone.

He immediately stirred in his heart, summoning out three Spirit Plant Puppets.

Xu Jiuyou, Xu Zixiao, Xu Qiansui.

The three Spirit Plant Puppets bowed in unison to Xu Changqing: "Master."

Xu Changqing said lightly: "You three, go to the Secret Realm in my place."

The three Spirit Plant Puppets nodded in unison: "Yes."

"Such powerful puppetry!"

"This person, truly not simple!"

"Does anyone know who he is?"

"Seems to be called Xu Changqing, Ninth Direct Disciple of the Beidou Xianfu!"

"Worthy of being a Direct Disciple, such methods are truly astonishing!"

With the appearance of the three Spirit Plant Puppets, everyone had different thoughts.

Even some people regretted extremely why they had not learned puppetry.

Those who were originally observing and currying favor could no longer care about trading verbal blows at this moment.

Soon, several hundred cultivators split into three groups.

The first group flew directly toward the Secret Realm.

They knew they could not compete with those great powers outside, so they might as well gamble once, entering the Secret Realm to scavenge Spiritual Treasures.

Taking advantage of the Chaos Lords not yet having formed an encirclement, streaks of Escape Light fell like meteors, and in the blink of an eye no fewer than a hundred people had entered.

The second group chose to attack the Chaos Strange Beasts.

Led by Jian Wuchen of the Xiji Jianzhou and Chi Yan Shangren of the Nanming Flame Continent, they gathered about a hundred or more powerful cultivators, launching a fierce attack on the Chaos Lords stationed around the Secret Realm.

Their idea was also very simple.

Although the things inside the Secret Realm were tempting, if these Chaos Lords outside were not dealt with, then when the time came they would not even think about coming out.

Moreover, which of the Lord-level Crystal Cores, Scale Armor, and Bone Remains was not worth a city?

Only by clearing these Chaos Lords clean could they guard the entrance of the Secret Realm.

As for those who entered in the first group, whether they could come out would depend on their faces.

The third group did not move.

They, like Xu Changqing and Zhao Ziyue, chose to remain motionless.

These people were elites from various great powers, their gazes not on the Secret Realm, nor on the corpses of the Chaos Lords, but looking toward the deeper parts of the Chaos Sea.

The Cosmic Tide had not yet ended, and the light of the Supreme Treasure could reappear at any time.

A Secret Realm was at most an Opportunity, while a true Supreme Treasure was enough to change the layout of a Sect or even a Star Domain.

Xu Changqing and Zhao Ziyue stood side by side on the flat boat, the Leiming Yin Dragon Ship hovering behind them.

They did not speak, their gazes simultaneously cast toward two directions.

One was the battlefield where Zhen Yuanzi and the Chaos Royal Clan were still fighting fiercely, where the fluctuations of the Time Law were becoming increasingly violent, and from time to time came the roar of the Chaos Royal Clan enraged to the extreme.

The other direction was the deepest part of the Chaos Sea, where Black Mist surged, and faintly a more terrifying aura was brewing!