I have a city in another world

Chapter 7096 Perilous Secret Realm
The dimensional realm of the otherworldly demon god is equivalent to a small world, and it has been in a state of disorder and chaos since its birth.

The independent world, forcibly carved out from the spatial barrier, is filled with all sorts of chaotic rules.

Although the treasures were piled up like mountains, it was also a desperate situation.

Every corner within sight was piled high with rare and precious treasures plundered by the demon gods from all the heavens and the myriad worlds.

Meteorite iron, shimmering with a deep blue light, is casually piled up on mountaintops or under trees. Spiritual liquid, flowing with seven-colored light, gathers into streams between rocks. Broken magical artifacts, engraved with ancient runes, are half-buried in the sand. Even the inconspicuous crystals crushed underfoot are treasures in the eyes of ordinary cultivators.

The demon god travels through various planes, constantly plundering all kinds of resources. Anything that can be tainted with a trace of spiritual energy or contains a wisp of energy will not be picked over or categorized; it will be taken in one go like a locust swarm.

The looted treasures were stuffed into the secret realm and then carelessly left somewhere.

Day after day, year after year, countless eras of accumulation have caused the wealth in this secret realm to pile up like mountains, a quantity so considerable that it could support the consumption of ten top sects for a thousand years.

The group that first entered the secret realm was immediately dazzled by the dazzling light that filled the sky and the ground.

A dense, almost tangible spiritual energy wafted over, intoxicating everyone. The spiritual light emanating from various treasures intertwined to form a dazzling galaxy, reflecting a fervent fervor on everyone's face.

They were all breathing heavily, their eyes bloodshot, feeling that this trip had been worthwhile. The legendary secret realm was indeed worthy of its reputation, and these priceless treasures were practically within their grasp.

But when they actually stepped into the depths of the secret realm, they were shocked to realize that they had oversimplified everything.

This secluded little world is not a treasure trove at all, but rather a meticulously designed death maze.

Just moments ago, a towering, precipitous mountain peak stood to the left, its cliffs covered with ancient trees and vines like dragons, while strange, ferocious birds with wingspans of over ten feet occasionally darted among the jagged rocks.

To the right was a turbulent river, its waters an eerie inky black, waves crashing against the banks with a deafening roar, and the surface of the river even floating with the rotten skeletons of several giant beasts.

The group carefully made their way along the riverbank, but before long, a gasp of surprise suddenly came from behind them.

Looking back, everyone felt a chill run down their spines—the majestic mountain and the rushing river had vanished without a trace, replaced by an endless desert of yellow sand. The wind howled, whipping up sand and gravel, reducing visibility to less than three meters. In the distance, a terrifying roar could be faintly heard.

No one knew that this dimensional secret realm created by the demon god was no longer simply a warehouse for storing items.

In order to accommodate more living beings, the demon god forcibly imprisoned countless mountains, rivers, lakes, forests, and swamps here, using his supreme power to piece them together into a world that was beginning to take shape.

However, this demon god was inherently violent and greedy, only knowing how to plunder, and never had the slightest patience to tidy up this space.

Thus, majestic snow-capped mountains and scorching volcanoes live side by side, with ice and snow and biting winds on one side and molten lava and scorching heat on the other; vast grasslands and deep oceans are jaggedly intertwined, with lush green grass below and towering waves above.

Those flowers, plants, and trees that should have thrived in their respective regions were scattered haphazardly in every corner of the space—snow lotuses bloomed on the edge of scorching lava, palm trees took root on the peaks of snow-capped mountains, and thorny vines entwined around millennia-old ice, creating a bizarre and grotesque scene.

Even more terrifying than this chaotic terrain are the dimensional energy turbulence lurking in every inch of the secret realm.

These turbulent energy flows are hidden dangers left over from when the demon god created space. They are formless and invisible, usually as still as stagnant water, without the slightest abnormal fluctuation. However, once someone accidentally triggers them, they will unleash terrifying power capable of destroying the world. Whether it is a highly skilled cultivator or a tough-skinned beast, as long as they are touched even the slightest bit, they will be instantly annihilated into dust, leaving not even their souls behind.

The slightest mistake could result in utter destruction.

The first modified cultivator to rush into the secret realm perfectly illustrated this principle with his own life.

He was originally a disciple of a certain technological sect, a human weapon modified at great expense, with his body embedded with top-level energy chips and reinforced bones, making his speed and strength far surpass those of cultivators of the same level.

Just as he entered the secret realm with great joy and lunged toward a colorful crystal floating in mid-air, he suddenly felt a slight numbness under his feet.

The electromagnetic currents in the secret realm were instantly activated by his movements and attracted by his body.

The next second, a crackling sound of electricity rang out, and countless golden sparks instantly burst forth from the surface of the modified cultivator's skin. The sparks entered his body through his pores, instantly igniting the bio-electric current within his body.

A terrifyingly high temperature suddenly rose from his internal organs, as if an invisible flame was burning fiercely inside him, turning his internal organs, bones, and meridians into fuel for combustion.

A piercing scream echoed through the sky, and in the blink of an eye, this modified cultivator with considerable cultivation was transformed into a raging fireball.

The fireball tumbled several times in the air, accompanied by a pungent, burnt smell, before finally turning into a wisp of smoke and dissipating in the gale, leaving not a trace of ash behind.

Upon seeing this, the cultivators following behind were terrified and immediately stopped their frantic advance.

They stood frozen in place, staring at each other, their fervor replaced by intense fear.

Everyone looked around warily, their eyes filled with solemnity, the tragic scene from just moments before still echoing in their minds.

Treasures are wonderful, but you have to be alive to enjoy them.

After a brief period of panic, the practitioners from various organizations quickly calmed down. Following their pre-arranged plan, they swiftly dispersed to different areas, maintaining a sufficient distance from one another, clearly separating themselves from one another.

After all, there are countless treasures in the secret realm. Although there are many cultivators vying for them, as long as they fight individually and do not interfere with each other, and rely on their own abilities to obtain the treasures, it is not necessary to fight to the death.

Logically speaking, the resources in the secret realm should be more than enough to meet everyone's needs, and even more.

However, it wasn't long before the cultivators scattered in various places were shocked to discover that the danger of this dimensional secret realm was a hundred times more terrifying than they had imagined.

With every step forward, there is the possibility of stepping into an invisible energy trap; with every touch of a treasure, there is the possibility of triggering a hidden killing intent.

Some people simply broke off a seemingly ordinary vine, only to have half their bodies instantly melted by the corrosive venom sprayed from it; others simply approached a pool of clear spring water out of curiosity, only to be dragged to the bottom by black tentacles that suddenly sprang out from the spring, never to resurface.
Some people tried to absorb the spiritual energy in the air to restore their strength, but their meridians were disrupted by the violent energy mixed in with the spiritual energy, causing them to vomit blood and suffer serious injuries on the spot.

In just half an incense stick's time, more than a dozen shrill screams echoed from the secret realm, resulting in more than a dozen unexpected casualties.