Summoning the Gods: Start by creating the Eternal Night.

Xue Wutian led the Netherworld Sect members at breakneck speed through the forest.

His bloodshot eyes swept over the crowd behind him, noticing their increasingly feeble auras, and he shouted in a deep voice:

"Speed ​​up and get out of the Fallen Immortal Mountain Range as soon as possible!"

Just as the group was passing through a forest of dead trees, Xue Wutian suddenly stopped and his brows furrowed.

He instinctively raised his hand and pressed it to his chest, not because of the pain from the wound, but because of a strange sensation.

It was as if an invisible thread was coming from the middle of the Fallen Immortal Mountains, creating a faint resonance with the bloodline within his body.

The feeling was fleeting, like an illusion, carrying a hint of ancient and unfamiliarity that sent a chill down his spine.

"Ancestor, what's wrong?"

Leng Ming noticed his unusual behavior and quickly stopped, looking around warily.

Xue Wutian shook his head, a hint of doubt flashing in his scarlet eyes: "It's nothing."

He focused his attention and sensed for a moment, but the bloodline resonance never reappeared, as if it had never happened.

"Could it be an illusion caused by the disordered spiritual energy after the fierce battle?" he thought to himself, without giving it any further thought.

"Let's go! Return to the Nine Nether Demon Sect as soon as possible."

Xue Wutian gave another order, quickening his pace and leading the group to continue speeding towards the Nine Nether Demon Sect, while the Fallen Immortal Mountain Range behind them was gradually swallowed up by the thick fog.

Meanwhile, clouds and mist swirled above the former battlefield of the Fallen Immortal Mountains.

Several figures were hidden in the clouds, their auras concealed to the extreme, but their gazes were all fixed on the messy ground below.

Broken wood and crumbling walls, cracks everywhere, the demonic and bloody aura lingering in the air has not yet dissipated, and even residual spiritual energy fluctuations can be seen distorting in the air.

Xuanxiaozi, the sect leader of Qingyun Sect, stood with his hands behind his back, dressed in a green robe, looking down at the scene below that resembled a place ravaged by a giant beast, his brows furrowed.

"Such destruction...it would take at least five Celestial Realm experts fighting fiercely to cause."

Not far away, the Grand Master of the Imperial Hall of the Great Qian Dynasty was dressed in a bright white robe.

He looked at the carnage of the battlefield below, a look of solemnity flashing in his eyes, and murmured:

"Demonic energy and blood energy are intertwined, and there are remnants of royal spiritual power... It seems that the people of the Blood Fiend Palace really fought against Prince Yuan and his group."

"I wonder why the demonic energy of the Nine Nether Demon Sect is also here? I haven't seen Prince Yuan and the others either, and I wonder how they are doing!"

The vice leader of the Xuanming Sect was dressed in a black robe, his face hidden in shadow, revealing only a pair of eyes that gleamed with an eerie light, a cold smile playing on his lips.

"Such intense demonic energy; it seems the Nine Nether Demon Sect is causing trouble here."

"I just don't know who has such ability to fight against the experts of the Nine Nether Demon Sect to this extent."

The Grand Elder of Xuanqing Taoism, holding a whisk and exuding an air of otherworldly grace, focused his gaze on the lingering spiritual energy fluctuations on the battlefield and slowly spoke:

"Besides demonic energy, there is also pure spiritual energy and blood energy, which means it is a battle between multiple forces."

Xing Luoyao's cool gaze swept across the battlefield, a hint of inquiry in her eyes: "It's strange that such a large-scale battle has gone unnoticed."

The Arhats of the Ten Thousand Buddhas School, clad in kasaya robes and holding prayer beads, solemnly chanted scriptures in a low voice:

"Amitabha! Demonic energy is rampant, and living beings are suffering. This place is probably tainted with a great deal of bloodshed."

These individuals were all powerful terrestrial immortals from various major powers. Upon sensing the intense spiritual energy fluctuations emanating from the Fallen Immortal Mountains,

They were then ordered to come quickly to investigate, but when they arrived, the great battle had already ended, leaving only a devastated battlefield.

They sensed each other's presence, yet tacitly remained hidden in the clouds, never revealing themselves.

Before understanding the situation, no one wanted to rashly reveal their identity.

Just as everyone was secretly speculating about the origins of this great battle, a sudden change occurred!

"Buzz—!"

A deafening buzzing sound resounded throughout the heavens and earth, followed by a dazzling white beam of light suddenly erupting from the central part of the Fallen Immortal Mountains.

Like a colossal pillar reaching for the sky, it pierced through the thick clouds, illuminating the entire Meteorite Mountain Range as if it were daytime.

The pillar of light was pure and vast, carrying an ancient and mysterious aura, which contrasted sharply with the demonic and bloody energy of the previous battlefield.

The powerful figures from all the major forces were startled and stared intently at the scene, their eyes filled with shock and solemnity.

"What...is this strange phenomenon?"

Xing Luoyao, dressed in white, exclaimed in astonishment on her exquisite face, "Such powerful spatial fluctuations!"

Xuanxiaozi stared intently at the white beam of light and said in a deep voice:

"Such pure energy fluctuations; this is something no ordinary cultivator could generate."

The white pillar of light lasted for a full quarter of an hour, then gradually diminished, slowly shrinking from its towering pillar-like form.

Finally, it transformed into a faint white beam of light, hovering in mid-air.

Once the beam of light had completely stabilized, everyone was astonished to discover that a deep spatial rift had appeared at the location of the beam, continuously absorbing the surrounding spiritual energy!

A faint spatial force flowed along the edge of the crack, exuding an ancient and mysterious aura, as if connecting to another unknown world.

"A spatial rift?"

A glint of greed flashed in the eyes of the Xuanming Sect's vice leader.

"Could this be the entrance to an ancient, secret realm?"

Without further hesitation, the Vice Master of Xuanming moved, transforming into a streak of azure light and hurtling toward the spatial rift.

He circulated his spiritual energy and cautiously reached out his hand, wanting to touch the crack and investigate its true nature.

However, just as his fingertips were about to touch the crack, a transparent barrier suddenly appeared.

Like an invisible wall, it firmly blocked his hand, preventing him from advancing even an inch.

At that moment, an ancient and profound message, like a brand, directly entered his mind:

"The secret realm will open one month from now. It will last for seven days, and only those below the Nirvana Realm are allowed to enter."

That short, clear sentence stirred up a storm in his heart.

The vice leader of the Xuanming Sect abruptly withdrew his hand, his eyes filled with shock:

"It really is a secret realm! And there's even a cultivation level restriction; only those below the Nirvana Realm can enter..."

When the Grand Elder of the Great Qian Dynasty saw the Deputy Sect Master Xuanming appear, he no longer hid. With a flicker, he landed not far from him and reached out to touch the barrier.

A moment later, a look of understanding flashed in his eyes; it was indeed a secret realm.

Then, the Arhats of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect also appeared and stepped forward, addressing those around them:

"Amitabha Buddha, esteemed benefactors, please come out! We have all come here to investigate the unusual activity here; let us set aside our past grievances for now!"

A moment later, Xuanxiaozi of the Qingyun Sect, the Vice Leader of the Xuanming Sect, the Grand Elder of the Xuanqing Daoist Sect, and Xingluoyao all appeared.

They then went forward to investigate and all received the same information.

The Arhat of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect clasped his hands together and said in a deep voice.

"Amitabha! The emergence of this secret realm will likely unleash another bloody storm."

"Heh, you bald monk, you're really hypocritical." The vice leader of the Xuanming Sect retorted directly.

Luohan was slightly annoyed upon hearing this, but he refrained from retorting, thinking to himself:

"Amitabha! Investigation is important; there's no need to bother with these cult members."

Xing Luoyao looked at the spatial rift and said softly:

"The Fallen Immortal Mountain Range was originally an ancient battlefield, so it's not surprising that it contains secret realms."

"I just wonder what's inside..."

"Moreover, the timing of this secret realm's opening is far too coincidental."

Seeing this, the vice leader of the Xuanming Sect guessed:

"It was probably caused by the energy fluctuations from the previous battle. Or perhaps it's because the spiritual energy of heaven and earth has been restored, and the secret realm has emerged as a result."

The others stood in mid-air, surrounding the spatial rift, each with a different expression.