Cultivation begins in Qingfeng Market.

The moment the Ninth Holy Land opened, the entire Luo Tian Secret Realm was suddenly plunged into violent turmoil.

The light of the sky dimmed rapidly, like a faded old cloth.

The unique elemental energy of the secret realm went completely out of control and ran rampant. The energy between heaven and earth was no longer calm, but surged, collided, and ran wildly in all directions.

Many cultivators with low cultivation levels experienced a reversal of their qi and blood on the spot, spitting out a mouthful of blood as they suffered a backlash from the chaotic power of heaven and earth.

Inside the ancient city, all the array patterns lit up, their spiritual light intertwining, as the city's defensive array was activated at full power, fiercely protecting everyone inside.

Outside the secret territory.

All nine sacred sites were breached, and the aura of the fifth-tier spiritual treasures began to change drastically.

The spiritual treasures whose auras and locations had been previously locked onto by the Nascent Soul True Monarchs had become increasingly elusive. Unable to discern their true nature, the three Nascent Soul cultivators had to expend considerable effort to re-lock onto and track them.

Three days later,

The Nascent Soul cultivators from the Myriad Beasts Spirit Venerable Palace were the first to make a move, followed by the Nascent Soul cultivators from the Northern Star True Monarch and the Hundred Arts Immortal Alliance.

In the blink of an eye, all three parties launched an attack simultaneously.

The silvery starlight of Beichen Palace, the inky black spiritual light of Wanshou Palace, and the milky white spiritual light of Baiyi Spirit Boat—three forces shot out from the three fourth-tier magic treasures, simultaneously fixing the faint ring around the core of the secret realm.

Using the ring as an anchor point, the three late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators joined forces to forcibly drag and peel this secret realm, which spanned thousands of miles, out of the vast void.

The secret realm instinctively rose up in resistance, and the primal power of the entire small world clashed wildly.

The earth trembled, the mountains shook, the rivers surged backward, and the heavens and earth roared incessantly.

However, in front of three late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators, the instinctive resistance of a small secret world that had been exiled for ten thousand years was insignificant.

The next moment, three Dharma images, each thousands of feet tall, appeared in the void.

The Dharma form of the True Lord of the North Star is a giant star with a body entirely of silver-white, surrounded by stars, vast and boundless;

The Nascent Soul Dharma Form of the Myriad Beasts Spirit Lord's Palace is a pitch-black behemoth with the head of a dragon and the body of a human, its sharp claws are cold and its ferocity is unparalleled;

The Nascent Soul Dharma Form of the Hundred Arts Immortal Alliance is a hazy woman shrouded in white light, whose aura is ethereal and unpredictable as her sleeves flutter.

The three towering Dharma images, each thousands of feet tall, simultaneously raised their hands, and six colossal palms that blotted out the sky pressed down hard on the edge of the secret realm, tearing it apart outwards with combined force.

A deafening roar, so deep it seemed to tear the entire world apart, exploded in the sky.

Everyone in the secret realm looked up and saw three enormous shadows obscuring the sky. These were the terrifying outlines of three Dharma images, and the terrifying pressure of the Nascent Souls enveloped the entire secret realm.

The sky above the secret realm suddenly shone brightly, then began to rapidly contract inward.

The sky collapsed, the clouds compressed, the sunlight faded, and the entire sky shrank at a visible speed.

The contraction became increasingly rapid, and eventually, the vast sky transformed into an ancient, giant umbrella.

This is a fifth-tier spiritual treasure, the Luo Tian Umbrella.

The umbrella ribs are straight and upright, and the gray-white umbrella surface is covered with fine and profound regular patterns.

The giant umbrella slowly rotated, and with each rotation, ripples spread through the surrounding void.

The fierce winds in the secret realm suddenly stopped, the flowing clouds froze, everything was silent, and even space itself seemed to solidify.

The next instant, the Luo Tian Umbrella suddenly burst forth with dazzling light, and the power of the rules surged forth, sweeping across all directions in an instant, forcibly shaking the three Nascent Soul Dharma Images standing in the void out of the secret realm.

The radiance of the Dharma image shattered inch by inch, and its colossal body, thousands of feet tall, collapsed and disintegrated with a deafening roar.

However, these three thousand-foot-tall Dharma images are merely the most basic techniques of a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator.

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At the Ten Thousand Beasts Spirit Lord's Mansion, four Nascent Soul level dragons broke free of their chains. Each one was nearly a thousand feet long, entirely black, with scales like iron armor. The four dragons plunged into the secret realm, their bodies stretching across the heavens and earth. Wherever they passed, mountains shattered, the earth cracked, and devastation was everywhere.

They further drew upon the Yuan energy, creating four jet-black torrents that swept across the four directions, encircling and tightly binding the Luo Tian Umbrella.

Beichen Zhenjun also got serious. The starlight suddenly transformed into hundreds of thick, silver-white shackles, as thick as mountains, which burst out from the void rift and wrapped around and bound Luotian Umbrella. The chains tightened, emitting a piercing metallic sound.

The thousand-foot-long spirit boat of the Hundred Arts Immortal Alliance condensed a dazzling white light, ignoring the world barrier of the secret realm, and directly pierced through the void to land on the umbrella surface.

The white light, like a divine spear, firmly fixed the rotation of the Luo Tian Umbrella, cutting off its circulation of spiritual energy.

The three Nascent Soul cultivators joined forces and completely shattered the world barrier of the Luo Tian Secret Realm.

In the Cangyuan cultivation world outside, although a Nascent Soul cultivator can tear through space, they cannot shake the world barrier.

The Luo Tian Secret Realm was ultimately too small; it simply couldn't withstand the power of a Nascent Soul level cultivator.

In particular, the four Nascent Soul dragons stirred up the interior of the secret realm, each swing of their bodies creating countless tiny spatial cracks. These cracks spread through the air like black lightning, some landing in the wilderness, splitting mountain peaks, and others landing in rivers, severing water veins.

The nine ancient cities barely managed to resist, relying on the accumulated formations and residual energy from the secret realm. The protective arrays of the cities creaked and groaned as the spatial rifts eroded the defenses. Ordinary cities, lacking such formations, could only watch helplessly as the rifts descended from the sky.

Of the ordinary people who have not yet entered the city, less than one in a hundred survives.

In the ancient city, everyone looked up at the sky, at the apocalyptic scene.

A colossal Dharma image, a thousand-foot-long dragon, chains stretching across the sky, and white light piercing the heavens and earth—

Countless mortals knelt on the ground, foreheads pressed to the earth, trembling and pleading for God's forgiveness in fear.

The ordinary martial artist could barely stand, but his face was pale and his legs were trembling uncontrollably.

The cultivators remained silent, their lips pressed tightly together, their palms clenching their magical artifacts, their hearts enveloped by an overwhelming sense of powerlessness.

On the ancient city wall, Lin Zhao stood against the wind, gazing at the dramatic changes in the distant sky.

Three divine images obscured half the sky, four-headed dragons churned on the shattered earth, and silver chains and white pillars of light intertwined.

The entire secret realm was like a shattered eggshell, peeling away inch by inch and constantly disintegrating.

The violent spiritual energy from the outside world poured in through the spatial rift, creating countless spiritual energy storms and an overwhelming, world-destroying pressure.

Lin Zhao's face didn't show much expression; she just watched.

"Below the Nascent Soul stage, all are but ants," he said softly. "Indeed, it is so."

There was complete silence all around; no one answered.

Qin Tianjun held the white jade sword, silently resting it across his knees, his expression cold. Xia Jin leaned against the city wall, silently gazing at the shattered sky.

Luo Wen sat alone in the corner, his white hair falling over his shoulders. The Luo Huang Ding shrank and floated on his shoulder, as if it could not bear the weight of the magic weapon, and his spine was bent under the pressure.

Above the city walls, there was a long, deathly silence.

Then a muffled roar came from the horizon, the chains tightened, the dragons roared in unison, and a bright white light blazed.

The light emanating from the Luotian Umbrella began to gradually diminish.