I tamed beasts and achieved immortality in the world of cultivation.

An hour later.

Chen Qing rode his dragon-scaled horse to the location of the secret realm's eruption and stopped on a hill about five miles away from the pale green rift. He saw that the void rift was only a few miles away from the Blood Spirit Abyss to the north, stretching across the sky and about ten feet long, like a hideous scar etched on the heavens.

The space at the edge of the crack was slightly distorted, and occasionally pale green energy would flash through it like lightning, disappearing in an instant. It exuded a violent, tyrannical aura that did not belong to the Canglan Domain at all, and was completely incompatible with the gentle spiritual energy of the Canglan Domain. It was as if two worlds were colliding and tearing each other apart.

Qingtian poked half its head out of the spirit beast pouch at Chen Qing's waist, its three golden hairs swaying, and sent out a thought: "This thing is eerily green, it doesn't look very auspicious."

Chen Qing didn't reply, his gaze fixed on the crack, his mind racing with calculations.

He had read many records about secret realms in the sect's books, but this was the first time he had seen one with his own eyes. The aura emanating from the crack made him instinctively uncomfortable, as if a sleeping beast was slowly awakening, ready to open its bloody maw at any moment.

However, Chen Qing wasn't very panicked.

The secret realm has existed in the Canglan Domain for tens of thousands of years, and cultivators have long since figured out its patterns.

For three days after the void rift appears, nothing will emerge. After three days, the creatures within the secret realm will pour out through the rift, and that will be the real trouble. These three days are precisely the window of opportunity for all forces in the Canglan Domain to mobilize and respond: reconnaissance, blockade, assembly, and counterattack—a process that each sect and faction is already adept at.

"Three days."

Chen Qing murmured.

Three days is neither a long nor a short time.

In some places, the remoteness is so extreme that without a powerful sect to oversee them, it might go unnoticed for three days, leaving no time to stop it. There are even rumors within the Canglan Domain that in some unknown corner, there might be a secret realm connected to the Canglan Domain, and the creatures within it have already secretly merged into the Canglan Domain.

Fortunately, a powerful aura will erupt when the secret realm appears.

The fluctuation range of the first and second-tier secret realms is not wide, but when it comes to the third, fourth, and even fifth tiers, the range of the eruption is enough to cover tens of thousands of miles.

Although the Canglan Domain is vast and boundless, this aura can still be detected by top-tier experts. Therefore, even if there are undiscovered secret realms, they are at most first or second-tier beings, unable to cause any significant trouble.

For at least tens of thousands of years, there has been no problem.

Chen Qing snapped out of his thoughts and scanned the area around the crack, where he indeed saw two figures hovering not far away.

A man dressed in a moon-white Taoist robe, with a square face, was none other than Zhang Yanshu.

The other person wore a blue Taoist robe, embroidered with dense array patterns that flickered in the spiritual light. This person looked to be no more than thirty years old, with a handsome face, eyes like stars, and an aura of pressure emanating from him as deep and boundless as the ocean. Even from several miles away, Chen Qing could feel that suffocating sense of oppression.

It was none other than Lu Chenxing, a late-stage Golden Core True Monarch from Xuanzhen Peak.

The attire of Lingyun Sect cultivators is quite elaborate—

Qi Refining disciples wear blue disciple robes, Foundation Establishment cultivators wear moon-white Daoist robes, and once they reach the Golden Core stage or above, there are no longer any strict rules regarding their attire. Those who have reached that level have mostly developed their own style and Daoist charm, and since there are already several hundred of them, the sects are too lazy to impose restrictions.

This Lu Zhenjun clearly no longer needs robes to signify his status.

Chen Qing thought for a moment, then mounted the dragon-scaled horse and headed in that direction.

The five-mile distance was covered in an instant. When Chen Qing got close, he found that the crack was even more shocking than he had seen it from a distance. The pale green crack seemed to have torn the sky in two, and fragments of space kept falling off the edge, turning into specks of spiritual light and dissipating into the air.

Several people were already standing below the crack.

Chen Qing spotted that familiar figure at a glance.

Xiao Chunan, dressed in a blue disciple's robe with a long sword at his waist, stood with his hands behind his back, looking up at the crack with eager anticipation in his eyes.

"Chen Qing!" Xiao Chunan noticed him, raised her hand in greeting, "You came quickly."

"Not as fast as you." Chen Qing dismounted and glanced around.

Besides Xiao Chunan, there were two middle-aged men standing to the side, one at the seventh level of Qi Refining and the other at the eighth level of Qi Refining. They were dressed in simple Taoist robes and had family tokens hanging from their waists. They were probably the patriarchs of two nearby cultivation families in Zhenyuan County.

As for the heads of the Lin and Zhao families in Linyuan County, they are probably already on their way.

Chen Qing bowed in greeting, and the two quickly returned the greeting with great respect.

As disciples of a sect, even if their cultivation level is lower than theirs, their status is still a notch above others.

Just then, the sunken star in mid-air moved.

He raised his hand and flipped it, and a golden scroll flew out from his sleeve, growing longer in the wind until it was about ten feet in size, hovering in front of him. The scroll was densely covered with runes, each one glowing faintly, as if it were alive.

"That's... my natal magic weapon?" Chen Qing's heart skipped a beat.

This was the first time he had ever seen the natal magic weapon of a Golden Core True Monarch.

Lu Chenxing formed hand seals, and the scroll unfurled with a "whoosh," transforming into a golden scroll stretching for dozens of feet, its surface shimmering with runes and radiating spiritual light. His fingers flew, casting incantations into the scroll, which then split into countless golden rays that extended in all directions, like a giant spiderweb, enveloping the entire crack.

"go!"

With a soft shout, Lu Chenxing caused the golden rays to tighten abruptly, intertwining and swirling in the air to form complex array patterns. The array patterns were layered upon layered, one after another, and in the blink of an eye, hundreds of arrays were laid out, firmly locking the azure crack shut, making it airtight.

Lu Chenxing continued to cast spells, unleashing dozens more array patterns. The array became increasingly solid, and the violent aura emanating from the crack was suppressed by more than half, even dimming the pale green light.

The whole process was smooth and quick, taking only a few dozen breaths.

The crowd below stared in disbelief.

"That's... all done?" A clan chief from Zhenyuan County murmured, his eyes filled with shock.

Chen Qing was also secretly astonished.

A third-tier grand formation, at the Golden Core level, would take an ordinary formation master two or three days to set up. But this True Lord Lu, with a mere flick of his magic weapon, completed it in a few dozen breaths. No wonder he's one of the top three Golden Core cultivators in the late stage of the Profound Formation Peak in terms of formation mastery.

"This is the power of a Golden Core True Monarch," Chen Qing thought to himself.

In mid-air, Lu Chenxing retracted the scroll and nodded slightly to Zhang Yanshu. Zhang Yanshu returned the bow, and the two descended from the sky, landing steadily on the ground.

Upon seeing this, everyone stepped forward and bowed in respect:

"This disciple greets Grandmaster Lu and Uncle Zhang."

"This junior greets True Lord Lu and True Man Zhang."