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Chapter 141 The Golden Cicada Sheds Its Shell: Master Ma's Fury [Please Subscribe!]

Chen Qing stood before Zhao Tu's corpse and remained silent for a moment.

Five years ago in the Lin Yuan Secret Realm, Zhao Tu shouted "Brothers, let's attack together!" but his feet were faster than anyone else's. Unfortunately, this time his luck wasn't so good, and he ran into Chen Qing, who was developing faster than him.

"Qingtian, Danyu, Yinyue, clean up the battlefield."

Chen Qing gave the order, then turned and quickly walked back into the depths of the ice cave.

Inside the ice cave, the snow demon, which was wrapped tightly in talismans, was still trembling slightly. The white flames of Dan Yu were almost burned out, so Chen Qing added another spirit-binding talisman before carefully lifting it up.

Outside the cave, the three spirit beasts had already cleaned up the battlefield.

Chen Qing surveyed his surroundings, summoned the Azure Wind Boat, and transformed into a streak of azure light, speeding southward.

Heading south.

Chen Qing spread his spiritual sense to the fullest extent. He avoided several groups of cultivators he encountered on the way, preferring to fly dozens of miles further rather than meet anyone.

It wasn't that he was afraid of these people—the cultivators who could enter the Abyss Secret Realm were at most at the Qi Refining Perfection stage. With his current strength, as long as he wasn't surrounded, he wasn't afraid of anyone in a one-on-one fight.

But the problem is, he's carrying a snow demon on his back.

This thing is a hot potato right now.

The Blood Fiend Hall members have the means to track the Myriad Manifestations Source Core, and he couldn't guarantee that besides Zhao Tu and his group of five, there weren't others chasing this snow demon. If their whereabouts were exposed and attracted the attention of the Blood Fiend Hall, it would be a real problem.

After flying cautiously for most of the day, Chen Qing finally caught a glimpse of the pale green crack stretching across the sky.

He landed about twenty miles from the crevice, found a secluded ice valley to hide himself, put away the Azure Wind Boat, and put on the dusty gray flying sword.

Then, it's just a matter of waiting.

After the "Origin Core of All Things" is taken out of the secret realm, the secret realm will gradually begin to collapse. He cannot leave the secret realm alone, as that would be too conspicuous.

The safest way to get out is to blend into the crowd.

Fortunately, he didn't have to wait too long.

About half a day later, a group of seven or eight cultivators appeared at the edge of the icy plain. They were all dressed in multicolored Daoist robes and their cultivation levels were considerable.

Their skill levels varied, ranging from the seventh to the ninth level of Qi Refining. They were clearly independent cultivators who had ventured into the secret realm together to try their luck.

The group of people were in a hurry, clearly preparing to go out as well.

As Chen Qing and the others flew past the Ice Valley, he summoned his gray flying sword and leisurely followed them.

The group of people naturally noticed Chen Qing as well. They glanced back at him and, seeing that he was just a cultivator at the eighth level of Qi Refining, they didn't pay much attention to him. There were plenty of lone cultivators in this Abyss Secret Realm, so it wasn't worth making a fuss about.

The group quickly arrived at the platform below the crack.

Chen Qing followed at the back, stepped into the crevice, and after a dizzying spin, his feet landed firmly, and Chen Qing returned to the Canglan Domain.

There were many more Blood Fiend Hall cultivators than when he entered, more than fifty in total. Each of them was covered in blood-red robes and exuded a cold and fierce aura. They were checking each of the cultivators who came out of the secret realm.

Chen Qing obediently stepped forward, took off the several storage bags from his waist, and spread them out in front of a scarred man.

The scarred man was the one who patted his shoulder and left a mark when he came in.

The scarred man glanced at Chen Qing, grinned, and said, "Oh, still alive? Not bad. Come on, let me see what good stuff you've gotten your hands on."

He opened Chen Qing's storage bags one by one and scanned them with his spiritual sense.

Inside were only about forty low-grade spirit stones, a few cold-attribute spirit herbs that were not old enough, a small bag of snow crystals, and some miscellaneous items.

"Not a great haul," the scarred man scoffed. "That's all? You're really unlucky."

Chen Qing smiled wryly and cupped his hands in greeting: "Unlucky me, I only found this much. I'm sorry to have made you all laugh."

The scarred man didn't say much. He took out a little over 70% of the items from his storage bag—mainly taking most of the spirit stones and snow crystals. He left the few spirit herbs that weren't old enough for Chen Qing.

"Alright, let's go. Come out again when you've made a big profit. Blood Fiend Hall won't close down." The scarred man waved his hand, his tone even more polite than when he came in.

Chen Qing took the storage bag, feeling a slight sense of relief.

Although the Blood Fiend Hall is a force within the Blood Spirit Abyss, it also understands the principle of slow and steady wins the race.

For an ordinary rogue cultivator like him who reaps meager rewards, taking 70% and leaving won't be difficult. After all, if everyone gets everything, who will come to the Abyss Secret Realm in the future? If no one comes, what will they live on?

Chen Qing cupped his hands in a respectful gesture, then turned and walked outside.

As he passed by the main hall, he quickly glanced inside out of the corner of his eye.

Seated in the hall was a middle-aged cultivator in a blood-red robe, his face sinister, his temples slightly gray, and his narrow eyes half-closed. At this moment, his aura was released outwards without any concealment, like a dormant volcano, extremely oppressive.

Late foundation building!

Chen Qing felt a chill run down his spine.

This Master Ma's aura was even more violent than when he arrived, with a faint but palpable aura of bloodlust surrounding him, making the air in the main hall seem to solidify. The Blood Fiend Hall disciples standing at the hall entrance didn't dare to breathe, each with their heads bowed and eyes lowered, afraid of incurring his wrath.

Chen Qing glanced at it once and then looked away. With a calm expression, he took out the dusty flying sword, casually chose a southwest direction, and took off on his sword.

The flying sword was not fast; in fact, it was rather slow. He dared not fly too fast, for at times like this, the more composed he was, the less suspicious he would be.

After flying forty or fifty miles, the pale green crack behind him had turned into a thin line. Chen Qing breathed a sigh of relief and activated his spiritual power, increasing the speed of his flying sword by three points.

Less than an incense stick's time had passed since Chen Qing left.

Within the secret realm of the abyss, a sudden and unexpected change occurred.

The first to notice something was wrong were a group of rogue cultivators who were hunting snow demons on the icy plains.

The ice beneath their feet suddenly trembled violently, as if some enormous creature were turning over underground.

Immediately afterwards, several distant ice peaks emitted a muffled rumble, and dark cracks appeared on their bodies. Large chunks of ice rolled down from the peaks, crashing onto the ice field and sending up ice shards dozens of feet high.

The sky also began to change. The sky, which was originally shimmering with a pale blue cold light, suddenly developed spiderweb-like cracks, with dark, ethereal light shining through them, as if the entire sky were about to shatter at any moment.

"What happened?"

"An earthquake? How could there be an earthquake in the secret realm!"

"No, look at the sky—the sky is breaking!"

The rogue cultivators looked around in panic. Some tried to fly on their magical artifacts, but found that the surrounding spiritual energy suddenly became violent and chaotic, and their flying swords shook violently under their feet, almost throwing them off.

At this moment, an older cultivator's face suddenly turned deathly pale, and he cried out in alarm, "Oh no! This is a sign that the secret realm is about to collapse!"

The Origin Core of All Things—the beings within it have been killed!

Upon hearing this, everyone's expression changed.

The collapse of the secret realm means that this small world is about to sever its connection with the Canglan Domain and fall back into the unknown void.

If you can't escape through the crack before the world collapses, you'll be buried in the void along with this secret realm—that means you'll be truly left without a trace!

"run!"

Someone shouted, and several beams of light shot into the sky from the ice field, flying madly towards the crack.

Immediately afterwards, more and more spiritual light rose from every corner of the secret realm. There were rogue cultivators and cultivators from the Blood Fiend Hall. Everyone was recklessly activating their magical artifacts, leaving hundreds and thousands of colorful streaks of light in the sky.

Meanwhile, outside the secret realm.

Master Ma in the main hall suddenly opened his eyes, transformed into a streak of blood-red light, soared into the sky, and hovered in mid-air, his body surging with a blood-red aura.

His divine sense swept across the pale green crack, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

"Who killed my son!"

"Who stole my Origin Core of All Things?" His voice, like muffled thunder, echoed throughout the entire Jueyuan County.

The Blood Fiend Hall cultivators below were all silent with fear, not daring to even breathe loudly.

Immediately afterwards, the pale green crack began to fluctuate violently, and beams of spiritual light shot out from it, each beam representing a cultivator who had narrowly escaped death.

Master Ma spread his divine sense to the fullest extent, like an invisible spider web, enveloping every figure that flew out of the crack, sweeping it around in circles.

He's looking for it.

He would search for the mark he left on his son, and for the unique aura of the Myriad Manifestations Origin Core. As long as that person was not a Nascent Soul cultivator, he would make him wish he were dead!

It should be noted that as a Foundation Establishment cultivator, he paid a tremendous price to bring the "Abyss Secret Realm," which even Golden Core True Monarchs coveted, under his own control within the Blood Fiend Hall!

Time slips away, bit by bit.

More and more cultivators escaped from the rift, from the initial few hundred to several thousand, and then to no less than ten thousand.

but no.

No.

still none.

Master Ma's face grew increasingly gloomy.

A day later, the azure crack let out a piercing groan, suddenly collapsed inward, turning into a fist-sized point of light, and then vanished into the void—the Abyss Secret Realm had completely severed its connection with the Canglan Domain.

Master Ma still found nothing.

There was no mark, no origin of all things, nothing at all.

The person who killed his son and stole his most prized possession seemed to have vanished into thin air.

"Impossible—" Master Ma gritted his teeth, squeezing out the words, "Impossible!"

He suddenly unleashed a palm strike, a blood-red palm print slamming into a high peak below, blasting half the mountain to smithereens. The rogue cultivators who hadn't left were terrified and retreated, none daring to approach this enraged late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator even a step closer.

The Blood Fiend Hall disciples standing beside the main hall looked at each other, their eyes filled with surprise and fear.

The Abyss Secret Realm is gone.

The source of all things is gone.

Their Blood Fiend Hall had been entrenched in this Jueyuan County for more than six months, collecting countless "tolls" from this secret realm. Now that the secret realm has collapsed, this highly profitable business has been completely cut off.

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