With three supreme masters, they were invincible upon descending the mountain.

Inside the abandoned building, Lin Yan stared at the dark purple light screen in the distance, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

"Teacher, why won't you let me out? Am I just supposed to watch these scumbags rush in first?"

He was shaking all over.

It's not fear, it's pent-up frustration.

Given his personality, he should be at the forefront in times like this, the first to rush into the secret realm!

He showed everyone with his abilities that all opportunities belonged to him!

He simply couldn't stand hiding in the shadows like this anymore.

"What's the rush?"

Elder Yun's illusory figure floated beside him, his voice calm: "This so-called secret realm is very strange."

He looked at the light screen, his expression growing increasingly serious: "Being at the forefront may not be a good thing."

"But……"

Lin Yan gritted his teeth: "I'm destined to become the future emperor. Every step I've taken has been one of unwavering courage and determination."

He stared at Elder Yun, somewhat unconvinced: "Won't my Dao heart be damaged by acting so timidly now?"

Elder Yun glanced at him, his voice returning to its calm tone: "With your talent and the treasures you possess, becoming an Emperor is only a matter of time, even without entering this secret realm."

Elder Yun was silent for a moment, then his voice turned serious: "But if this is really a trap set up by that monstrous villain, then rushing in would be suicide."

Lin Yan's expression shifted between light and dark. After thinking for a while, his eyes gradually hardened, and he took a deep breath: "I will listen to the teacher."

But his eyes remained fixed on the light screen, somewhat unwilling to give up.

On the other side, Lin Chunjing also arrived.

His injuries had healed by about 70-80%, and although his face was still a little pale, his breathing had stabilized.

The main purpose of coming to the secret realm this time is to complete the mission and assist the special squad of the Divine Martial Guard in the encirclement and suppression of the Soul Palace.

"Brother Lin!"

Suddenly, a joyful voice came from the side.

Several young people dressed in Lin family attire walked over; the one in the lead was called Lin Dong.

Lin Chunjing glanced at the group, nodded, and asked curiously, "Why isn't Qingxue here?"

Lin Dong shook his head: "The patriarch asked her to come, but she absolutely refused, and I don't know why."

Lin Chunjing relaxed her brows. It was better that she didn't come; the danger level of this secret realm was extremely high.

He looked at the few people behind Lin Dong, somewhat puzzled:

"There are only a few of you. Isn't that too few people to come to the secret realm?"

Lin Dong smiled wryly and lowered his voice, saying, "The Lin family is now divided into two factions: the old patriarch and the current patriarch's faction, and the other elders' faction."

"We ordinary disciples of the clan are caught in the middle, and we're not good people either way."

Lin Chunjing sighed.

Sure enough, once the old man woke up, the Lin family was about to undergo a major upheaval.

Lin Chunjing was worried about the situation of Lin Dong and the others.

However, he is now a member of the Divine Martial Guard and it is inconvenient for him to interfere in the family's internal strife. It can be said that he would be wrong to take either side.

He suddenly thought of Ye Yaocheng.

Given the relationship between Ye Yaocheng and Lin Qingxue, they certainly wouldn't sit idly by.

But Lin Chunjing thought about it and shook her head.

Before his identity is revealed, he is an outsider. Trying to mediate might harm him.

Ye Yaocheng saved his life; he couldn't drag him into the Lin family's mess.

"You guys should come with me; it'll be safer that way," he said, looking at Lin Dong and the others.

"Thank you, Brother Lin!"

The group was overjoyed. With Lin Chunjing, a peak Foundation Establishment cultivator, around, the secret realm would be much safer.

In front of the entrance to the secret realm.

Ye Yaocheng stared at the dark purple light screen, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper.

Not right.

It's not right.

The light curtain was slowly rotating, like a giant eye.

Ye Yaocheng felt that eye was looking at him.

No.

It is watching everyone here.

Wang Shiyu noticed his unusual behavior and asked worriedly, "Little brother, what's wrong? You look so pale."

Ye Yaocheng said seriously, "Sister Shiyu, there's something wrong with this secret realm."

Wang Shiyu chuckled lightly, "A grown man like you is afraid of this?"

Ye Yaocheng did not refute, but instead recounted his encounter with Huijiang that day.

Wang Shiyu's expression changed after hearing this.

"So, are we still going in or not?"

"We'll definitely get in, we just need to stay careful at all times." Ye Yaocheng's eyes were full of determination.

"BOOM!!!"

Suddenly, a deafening roar shook the earth!

The dark purple light curtain suddenly expanded, bursting out with dazzling light!

A fierce wind howled, and black smoke billowed into the sky!

The ground cracked open in countless places, like a series of ferocious mouths.

At the center of the light curtain, it began to slowly rotate, forming a bottomless vortex.

This proves that the secret realm... has opened!

"It's open! It's open!!"

"Go for it! This opportunity is mine!"

"Hahaha! I'm about to turn the tables!"

The crowd went wild instantly!

Those martial artists who had been holding back for several days, like sharks smelling blood, desperately pushed forward.

The situation was completely out of control.

"Old Hu!"

Gu Yaoguang was the first to react: "Let's go!"

He flashed and rushed directly towards the light screen, with Old Hu following closely behind. The two of them instantly disappeared into the vortex.

"Damn it!" Wang Rui gritted his teeth, "Gu Yaoguang beat us to it!"

He didn't care about anything else and rushed in with Granny Jin.

Following that, the younger generation of several prominent families in the provincial capital flocked in.

The Martial King's protectors behind them, like shields, forcefully carved a path through the crowd.

Only after all these important figures had gone inside did the remaining martial artists dare to rush forward.

squeeze!

push!

Some people even took direct action!

They fought tooth and nail for a better spot.

Looking at the chaotic scene, Ye Yaocheng calmed down: "Sister Shiyu, let's go in too."

"it is good."

Wang Shiyu nodded, but was not in a hurry at all.

Ye Yaocheng asked curiously, "Aren't you rushing in like them? The sooner you get in, the more good stuff there is."

Wang Shiyu rolled her eyes at him, grabbed his ear and twisted it: "Didn't you just say something was strange?"

"Now you're urging me to go in again, trying to harm my sister?"

"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!"

Ye Yaocheng quickly begged for forgiveness: "I was wrong! I was wrong!"

Wang Shiyu then relaxed, snorted, and her eyes suddenly curved into crescents, revealing a cunning look.

"Besides, aren't you good at alchemy? Make me as many pills as you can."

"This is much more practical than stealing rare and precious treasures."

Ye Yaocheng: "..."

Well, he finally realized that he had been used as a tool all along.

The two walked slowly toward the light screen.

The crowds passing by were frantically pushing their way in, but they stood out conspicuously, as if taking a stroll.

In a distant building, Lin Yan stretched his neck. "That's about it."

He leaped into the air: "So-called secret realms, just wait to be conquered by this Great Emperor!"

His figure transformed into a streak of light and plunged into the vortex.

Just as everyone was frantically rushing into the secret realm.

The deepest part of the secret realm.

A pair of eyes slowly opened.

This place is a wasteland, as if it had survived a world-ending war.

The ground was cracked, the mountains collapsed, and there were bottomless ravines everywhere.

In the center of the ruins, a huge dark figure slowly raised its head.

He was shrouded in black mist, and only a blurry human figure could be seen.

But that oppressive aura was terrifying beyond description.

It felt like a giant mountain was pressing down on my heart, making it hard to breathe.

Even more astonishingly, nine thick iron chains extended from the void, tightly binding his limbs, torso, and neck.

Each chain was engraved with golden runes, which were now emitting a faint glow.

With each movement of the shadowy figure, the chains rattled and runes flickered, as if suppressing something.

The shadowy figure opened a pair of dark purple eyes, its gaze cold and indifferent, looking at everything as if it were an ant.

His gaze pierced through layers of space and landed on the entrance to the secret realm.

Watching the prey rushing in.

A slow smile crept onto his lips.

The voice came from the Netherworld, deep, hoarse, and filled with endless malice: "Finally, they've taken the bait."

He moved his locked arm.

The chains rattled and the runes flashed wildly, but the shadowy figure paid no heed.

He muttered to himself, "Just a little bit more, and I'll be free."

He looked up into the depths of the void: "That guy shouldn't be in this world anymore, right?"

The shadowy figure laughed, the laughter growing louder and louder until it became a maniacal roar: "This time, let's see who can stop me!"

The shadowy figure laughed for a long time before slowly stopping.

He suddenly remembered something and turned to look at a corner of the ruins.

There, a faint golden light shone amidst the endless black mist, like a candle flickering in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment.

In the golden light, a figure sat cross-legged, his monk's robe tattered and his face withered.

But he clasped his hands together and chanted scriptures.

The chanting of Buddhist scriptures filled the air, and the Buddha's light enveloped everything.

It strives to purify the surrounding filth.

Unfortunately, the black energy was too immense.

His Buddha-light, like a grain of rice, appeared so small and powerless in the darkness.

The shadowy figure stared at him, a hint of mockery flashing in its eyes.

"Annoying flies, they're just wasting their time, what good are they anyway?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his locked hand and gently squeezed it.

boom--!

Endless black energy surged toward that golden light!

The Buddha's light dimmed instantly!

The monk swayed, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

But he continued chanting scriptures with his eyes closed, without stopping.

The entrance to the secret realm.

Ye Yaocheng and Wang Shiyu stepped into the vortex.

In the final moment before disappearing, Ye Yaocheng suddenly turned around and looked into the depths of the secret realm.

He felt that something was watching him.

A cold, ravenous greed, like eyeing delicious food.

The next second, the vortex engulfed the two of them.

The light curtain slowly closed.