Reincarnation space, but the style is wrong

Chapter 507 The Secret Realm of Spiritual Light, Gray Tide Daoist

For most creatures in the primordial world, the passage of time was never something to worry about.

Most of them have already broken free from the limitations of lifespan and can achieve immortality as long as they do not encounter any fatal danger.

Even though more than 100,000 years have passed since the destruction of the Alliance of Ten Thousand Races, which is just over a Yuanhui, it is only a fleeting moment for most prehistoric beings.

However, those who came from later times did not have this concept of time. Even if they secluded themselves for thousands of years, tens of thousands of years would not be a short time for them.

Emerging from the cave where he had secluded himself for over a thousand years, Kongming looked out at the unchanging primordial land. Everything was the same as before his seclusion, as if those thousand years had not been real.

"Fellow Daoist Kongming, it has been thousands of years since we last met. Your demeanor remains as elegant as ever."

Hearing the familiar voice behind him, Kongming turned around, pointed to his pale and haggard face, and said irritably, "You call this still as charming as ever?"

The visitor couldn't help but chuckle, "Fellow Daoist, you were like this before you went into seclusion, and you're still like this after you went into seclusion. Isn't that as charming as ever?"

Kongming didn't take Li Yang's teasing to heart.

The two met over 100,000 years ago. At that time, Kongming had just left Xuanjun Temple, and Liyang had just escaped the vast deep space. They hit it off and traveled together.

This companionship lasted for hundreds of thousands of years.

During this time, Kongming also learned about Liyang's origins and was surprised to learn that before the Primordial Era was the Endless Sea Era, and before that, there were even more unknown eras.
Most of those so-called Great Luo Immortals are ancient relics from the previous era, and some have even survived more than one era.

"Kongming, Kongming?"

Li Yang called out twice, pulling Kong Ming back from his memories.

"Is there a problem?"

“I heard recently that a mysterious realm of spiritual light has appeared in the north. Shall we go and join the fun?” Li Yang suggested.

Kongming frowned slightly and asked, "When exactly did you mean 'some time ago'?"

He would never forget that when Li Yang last used this term, it actually referred to the time two thousand years ago when they arrived at their destination only to find that the secret realm had just collapsed.

On that day, Li Yang and Kong Ming had a long-awaited sparring session, and the Tribulation Cultivation Method clashed with the Seven Arts of the Mysterious Monarch for the first time.

Recalling his dark past, Li Yang forced a smile. "It was probably three hundred years ago. I came out of seclusion and happened to learn about this from a fellow Daoist who was passing by."

"Three hundred years ago, it wasn't too late. That Spiritual Realm shouldn't have collapsed yet. We can still make it there in time."

After a moment's thought, Kongming made a decision.

The two quickly packed up their belongings in the cave and headed towards the Spirit Light Secret Realm located on the edge of the northern border.

Before they set off, they were in the middle of the vast wilderness, neither too far nor too close to their destination.

Although the journey was smooth, the vastness of the wilderness was an obstacle, and even though they never stopped, it still took them several years to reach their destination.

"Is this our destination, that Spiritual Realm?" Kongming saw a crack stretching across the sky, constantly changing color and twisting and writhing in the air.

Some colors were indescribable even to the two of them, as if they were things that should not exist in this world.

This was unlike any other entrance to the mystical realm they had ever seen before; it was far more bizarre.

“This is it.” Li Yang took over the conversation, noticing that there were still quite a few people lingering outside the crack.

Some of them were doing business, selling information and rare treasures obtained from the Spirit Realm. The two stood not far from the rift, hesitating whether to buy some information about the realm, when an old Taoist priest suddenly walked up to them, mysteriously saying:

"Gentlemen, would you like some information about the secret realm?"

After exchanging a glance with his companion, Kongming spoke first: "How much do you want for the information you have?"

"No problem, no problem. For just a little bit of innate spiritual energy, I'll tell you the origin of this secret realm. For just five bits of innate spiritual energy, you can buy all the information I have."

The old Taoist priest, dressed in a gray robe, smiled and said, his face full of sincerity.

"Five points of innate spiritual essence, why don't you just rob it?" The two exchanged another glance, their faces darkening in unison, and made as if to leave.

They could afford to spend a little bit of innate spiritual energy, but spending five points of spiritual energy to buy information was still too extravagant.

Seeing this, the old Taoist priest became anxious and hurriedly said, "Hey, don't go, four o'clock, no, three o'clock is fine."

The two paused, turned around, and smiled in unison: "Okay, we'll buy it."

"Here, this is all the information I have," the old Taoist priest said reluctantly, his face contorted with a bitter expression.

The two parties exchanged money for goods, thus completing a transaction.

But the moment the old Taoist priest received the spiritual essence, the gloom on his face vanished instantly, leaving the two of them feeling as if they had been tricked after all.

“Fellow Daoists, if you obtain anything from the secret realm, please contact me. I am willing to purchase it at my discretion.”

As he spoke, the old Taoist priest smiled and took out a token from his sleeve, handing it to them.

After scanning the token with his spiritual sense and confirming that it was just an ordinary communication token, Kongming put it away and asked, "May I ask how I should address you, friend?"

"I am Huichao, and our meeting is fate. I will now give you two another piece of news."

Perhaps because he had just closed a deal, Gray Tide Daoist seemed to be in a good mood. "It is said that an eighth-level being is paying attention to this secret realm. This secret realm may contain some lost truths."

After saying this, without waiting for the two men's reactions, the Gray Tide Taoist left on his own.

Kongming stood there, lost in thought.

"The Divine Court and the Demonic Path once clashed here, and the remaining fragments of spiritual light evolved into this Spiritual Light Secret Realm. But why would an eighth-rank being pay attention to this place? Could there be another hidden story behind the great battle back then?"

Thinking of this, Kongming's desire to explore the history of the prehistoric world burned fiercely, and he couldn't wait to rush into the secret realm to start an investigation.

“Kongming, I know you’re in a hurry, but don’t rush,” Li Yang said, seeing the expression on his face, he knew that his old habit had resurfaced. “This secret realm is a remnant of a great war, and the war from back then keeps repeating itself inside.”

"In other words, we are very likely to stumble upon traces left by those Dao Lords inside."

Even an eighth-order trace is something they cannot withstand.

"This secret realm is far more dangerous than any we have explored before. We need to be prepared before we explore it again."

Although his life was at stake, Kongming was anxious but not blinded by desire. Instead, he listened to his companion's advice.

After discussing it, the two began to seek out information brokers in the vicinity to gather more intelligence. It wasn't until a month later that they officially entered the Spirit Light Secret Realm.

(End of this chapter)