I have a city in another world

With the giant monsters no longer blocking the way and the mechanical golems all cleared away, the road ahead seemed to be clear of obstacles.

The explorers remained vigilant, not daring to relax their guard in the slightest, and prepared for any unexpected situations.

Before this, they had witnessed the ferocity of the giant monster and felt its almost tangible aura of death.

If they hadn't escaped in time, they would have already perished and become just another skeleton in the secret realm.

This newly opened area is a place where every step is on the edge of life and death; it's truly a place where fortune and danger are the only paths to success.

Treasure is certainly tempting, but life is the most important thing.

Fortunately, reinforcements are arriving continuously, carrying better equipment and more abundant supplies.

Their strength was increasing, and their confidence was rising. Those who came later were even more determined to obtain the divine remains at any cost.

More experts are on their way, determined to ensure the success of this operation. It is said that there are also some eighth and ninth-level cultivators.

All parties have made their positions clear, and there is no room for maneuver in this matter; a resolution is imperative.

The Wrathful Flame Wizard sighed inwardly; the situation was spiraling out of control, the future shrouded in mystery, and the outcome uncertain.

He had a bad feeling that this time, the secret realm would be stained with blood.

The death of a few cultivators is nothing; it's the price of exploring the secret realm. What he fears most is giving everything only to not get what he wants.

Tang Zhen's displayed strength shocked him and made him secretly envious. After many years of cultivation, this was the first time he had seen such a powerful person who could resolve such danger with a mere gesture.

This formidable strength far exceeded his comprehension.

Making an enemy of such a being is by no means a wise move and may come at a great cost.

Unfortunately, he has not yet seen Tang Zhen's true face and cannot determine his background. Otherwise, he would have already activated all intelligence networks to thoroughly investigate this person's background.

As the various forces cooperated and struggled to advance through the passage, Tang Zhen was already standing in front of the next gate.

He subdued the giant monster and placed it inside the artifact that breaks the rules, where it was slowly refined. Once completed, he would obtain a portion of its essence.

Having obtained two divine remains in succession, Tang Zhen felt that his trip had been worthwhile.

All indications suggest that the number of divine remains in this secret realm is likely greater than expected.

He was determined to succeed. Anyone who dared to obstruct him would pay the price.

The path of cultivation is inherently a struggle against fate. When opportunity knocks, how can one back down?
After analyzing all the clues, Tang Zhen came to a startling conclusion: this place should be a factory for manufacturing mechanical puppets.

The fact that divine remains could be used as materials speaks volumes about the past glory of this place, suggesting that an unparalleled powerhouse must have been stationed there.

As time passed, the secret realm changed hands, but these puppets remained, faithfully fulfilling their duties and guarding this ruin.

However, even the most ingenious mechanisms will eventually be cracked by greedy practitioners.

Since we can't keep it, it's better to let him take it than to let someone else benefit from it.

The gate before us is far more complex and intricate than the previous one. If it were left to those expert explorers to decipher, they would likely spend twenty years without ever opening it.

It wasn't that Tang Zhen was underestimating them; it was simply that these explorers hadn't even grasped the basic rules of the secret realm, let alone the ever-changing advanced laws.

If you can't even find the door, how can you expect to enter the house?

Cracking this door took him even longer.

The price was naturally higher, and even he couldn't help but feel a little pain in his heart.

I just hope that the harvest behind the door can make up for this effort.

Under Tang Zhen's control, the heavy door slowly opened, revealing the deep darkness behind it.

At that very moment, a chilling aura wafted out from behind the door, carrying the scent of decay and death.

Just then, groups of explorers followed the trail and witnessed this chilling scene.

Countless twisted figures poured out from the opened gate!
First came a biting, eerie wind that howled out from the crack in the door, carrying with it countless mournful howls, as if they came from the deepest hell.

The stone walls on both sides of the passage were covered with a thin layer of frost at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the temperature dropped sharply.

Dozens of blurry shadows emerged first. They had no physical form, only a constantly twisting mass of black mist, from which the outlines of human figures could be vaguely discerned.

Upon closer inspection, contorted faces of pain occasionally surfaced within the black mist, extending illusory claws. "High-level vengeful spirits! Beware of their mental attacks!"

A wizard, with a solemn expression, immediately released a purification spell.

However, the warning came too late. The moment an explorer made eye contact with the black mist, he suddenly froze, and his eyes were quickly filled with blackness.

It let out a scream that sounded inhuman, then turned and slashed at its companion with its weapon, its face twisted and ferocious.

"He's possessed by an evil spirit! Quickly cast a spell to remove it!"

Another scream erupted as more cultivators were possessed.

Even more terrifying is that the possessed person's body rapidly mutates, their skin rots and peels off, revealing dark, foul-smelling bones, yet their movements become increasingly agile, like a spring pouncing on their former companions.

At the same time, more monsters poured out from behind the door.

There were twisted corpse demons, dragging their mutilated bodies, leaving behind a trail of viscous black liquid wherever they went.

Bubbles rise from the liquid, bursting and releasing a nauseating stench, while various worms crawl out of the liquid.

The demons, their bodies wrapped in rusty chains, made a screeching sound with every step they took. Their eye sockets burned with eerie blue flames, and the chains left afterimages as they swung, easily shredding flesh and blood.

The monster is a fusion of flesh and machine, half of it rotting flesh and half of it intricate machinery, with gears turning in its bare chest cavity, making a teeth-grinding sound.

Possessing the sturdiness of a puppet, yet tainted with the resentment of the dead, it slept for an unknown amount of time within the preservatives of the secret realm.

"Form ranks! Quickly form ranks to resist!"

Many leaders cried out, their voices filled with fear.

The monks formed a defensive line, the sound of shields clashing was chaotic, and all kinds of weapons were firing at full power.

The corpse demon suddenly accelerated forward, its putrid body crashing heavily against the shield wall, viscous black liquid splashing everywhere.

Once the liquid touches flesh, it will rot and dissolve at a speed visible to the naked eye, revealing the bones in the blink of an eye.

If no measures are taken, the corrosion will continue to spread until it turns into a mass of pus and blood.

Seeing this, the explorer's companion had no choice but to slash at the flesh with his sword in an attempt to save the wounded man's life.

The vengeful spirits roamed through the crowd, creating new monsters with each possession. The chains of the executioner's ghost snaked like venomous snakes, snapping an explorer in half at the waist, splattering his entrails and blood all over the ground.

The cyborg monsters are even more cruel; they use their metal claws to tear open armor and pull out their still-beating hearts.

"Retreat! Retreat quickly!"

Seeing that the situation was not good, the commander had no choice but to order a rapid retreat.

The retreat was still fraught with danger, with evil spirits and vengeful ghosts constantly emerging from the shadows. They seemed to be everywhere, ready to possess anyone who gave them the chance.

The explorers pushed and trampled each other, their reason completely collapsing in fear.

A cultivator was possessed by several vengeful spirits at the same time, his body twisted at an incredible angle, and finally exploded into a cloud of blood mist.

Amidst the pervasive blood mist, the figures of the vengeful spirits became even more solidified.

The passageway had become a purgatory, with severed limbs and broken arms scattered everywhere. Blood congealed into eerie patterns on the frost, and the groans of the dying and the howls of monsters intertwined to create a maddening symphony.

When they reached a relatively safe area, only half of the thousand-strong group remained; those who had fallen out had either died in battle or escaped to other side roads.

Looking back at that passage, now it is filled with countless monsters, and a chilling aura keeps surging out and spreading, as if it will drag the entire secret realm into eternal darkness.

What exactly is behind that door?

A monk with a missing arm muttered to himself, his eyes having lost their light.

No one answered; only the howling wind blew.

At this moment, Tang Zhen stood quietly in front of the door, and the monsters ignored him.

His gaze pierced through the heavy door, looking straight into the deepest darkness behind.

There, he sensed an even more intense energy fluctuation—the aura of divine remains, and there were far more than one. (End of Chapter)