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Hundreds of martial artists raised their heads in unison, looking at Wang Long with a hint of greed and killing intent in their eyes.

The rewards for Puppet Three are very generous, and they all want to kill Wang Long.

After success, their status in the Puppet Spirit Sect will rise accordingly, and their dynasty will also rise to prominence!

Wang Long sensed those gazes, but his expression remained calm.

He calmly picked up the teacup on the table and took a small sip.

Ignoring it is the greatest mockery.

Kui San clenched his fists, his heart burning with rage, and his icy killing intent materialized.

How dare a mere ninth-rank martial artist disregard me like this? He deserves to die!

Just then, a tremendous pressure suddenly came from above the square.

That oppressive aura descended from the sky, enveloping everyone present.

Faced with this oppressive force, even breathing became difficult for everyone.

"Hiss~"

Gasps of shock rose and fell.

Everyone simultaneously looked up at the sky.

A figure slowly descended from the clouds.

He was a middle-aged man, who looked to be around forty years old.

With a square face, thick eyebrows and big eyes, wearing a black brocade robe and a jade belt around his waist, he exuded an air of authority that came from long-standing power.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his feet treading on the void. With each step he took, ripples spread through the air.

It feels like walking on water, light and graceful.

This person is none other than Song Tiange, the city lord of Tianque City.

Wang Long's pupils contracted slightly.

He could sense that Song Tiange's aura was a level stronger than Ye Wushuang's!

Wang Long thought to himself, "He truly deserves to be the city lord of Tianque City."

It is truly terrifying.

If he wanted to, he could kill a large number of ninth-rank martial artists with just a glance.

Song Tiange landed on the high platform in the center of the square, her gaze sweeping across the entire area.

Wherever his gaze fell, everyone lowered their heads, not daring to meet his eyes.

"Gentlemen."

Song Tiange spoke, his voice not loud, but full of authority, clearly reaching the ears of everyone present.

"The once-in-a-century battle for supremacy among dynasties begins today."

"The rules are simple."

He raised his hand and waved it, and a light screen appeared out of thin air, hovering above the square.

On the light screen was a map.

"The Heavenly Palace Secret Realm opens once every hundred years, and it is rich in Heavenly Palace Stones."

"The Heavenly Stone is the core resource for the operation of the Heavenly City's grand formation, and it is an extremely scarce resource."

"Your mission is to find the Heavenly Stone in the secret realm and bring it out."

"The more Heavenly Stones you bring out, the higher your ranking."

"The higher the ranking, the richer the reward."

He paused, his gaze sweeping across the room, his voice devoid of any emotion.

"In the secret realm, there are no limits to the means, no limits to life or death."

"Only those who survive are the winners."

After he finished speaking, the square fell silent.

No one speaks.

Everyone knows that the struggle for supremacy among dynasties has never been about martial arts competitions.

It was a life-or-death struggle.

Song Tiange raised his hand and waved it gently.

"start!"

The next moment, the space in the center of the square began to distort and tear apart.

A massive spatial rift slowly opened, hundreds of feet high and tens of feet wide, like a giant eye hanging above the plaza.

Within the crack lies chaos.

I can't see what's inside.

All one could feel was an ancient and wild aura emanating from the crack, rushing towards them.

Shen Qianqiu walked back to Wang Long's side and patted him on the shoulder.

"Brother Wang, remember what I said."

"Safety first, come back alive."

Wang Long nodded and clasped his hands in a salute.

"Brother Shen, I'll remember that!"

Qin Jiaojiao threw herself into Wang Long's arms, wrapped her arms tightly around his waist, and called out earnestly.

"Father, you must come back alive."

"Dad remembers! You must come back alive and bring Jiaojiao some treasures!"

Wang Long put his arm around her and gently patted her back.

Qin Jiaojiao lifted her head from his embrace and then turned to hug Xu Wanyun.

"Master, you must come back alive too."

Xu Wanyun reached out and gently rubbed her head.

"Okay, Master agrees."

Qin Jiaojiao took a step back, wiped her eyes, and grinned.

"Then you should go quickly, I'll be waiting for your triumphant return!"

Seeing her trying so hard not to cry, Wang Long's heart softened, and he reached out and gently brushed her nose.

"Don't worry, your master and I are very strong!"

He turned around, looked at Xu Wanyun, and extended his hand.

"Wanyun, let's go."

Xu Wanyun looked at Wang Long, a slight smile playing on her lips, and reached out to take his hand.

Their fingers are intertwined.

The two exchanged a glance, then simultaneously stepped towards the massive spatial rift.

Qin Jiaojiao's voice came from behind.

"Dad! Master! Keep going!"

Wang Long didn't turn around, but raised his hand and waved it gently.

Holding Xu Wanyun's hand, they walked together into that chaos.

Wang Long felt a sudden dizziness, and the space in front of him was like a shattered mirror, with countless fragments of light and shadow swirling around him.

The dizziness came on quickly and went away quickly.

After an unknown amount of time, Wang Long landed steadily on a soft pile of fallen leaves.

He opened his eyes and found himself standing in a dense forest.

The surrounding area is filled with ancient trees that block out the sky, their trunks so thick that it takes several people to encircle them.

The tree canopy overlapped layer upon layer, completely blocking out the sky, with only sparse sunlight filtering through the gaps and casting dappled shadows on the ground.

The air was filled with the scent of damp earth, mixed with the fragrance of grass and trees, and a faint, almost imperceptible smell of blood.

Wang Long stood still, his gaze sweeping over his surroundings.

There was no one in sight.

Xu Wanyun was not there either.

"Random teleportation".

Wang Long muttered to himself, his brows furrowing slightly.

As expected, it was the worst possible outcome; the competition for supremacy among dynasties is sometimes random.

Sometimes, members of the same faction will be teleported to the same location.

There is no pattern to it, and it's impossible to guess what's going on.

Wang Long had anticipated this situation and had made preparations with Xu Wanyun in advance.

He found a bamboo scroll in the library that recorded the art of perception. The two of them studied it together for several days and had completely mastered it.

The principle of perception is very simple: using an object belonging to the other party as a medium and literary energy as a guide, one can perceive the approximate location of the other party within a certain distance.

The closer the distance, the clearer the perception.

Xu Wanyun gave him a calligraphy brush that she had used for over twenty years, and he, in turn, wrote a poem of praise for Xu Wanyun.

He wrote that poem with utmost care, every word and line pouring out his feelings for Xu Wanyun.

When Xu Wanyun received the poem, her eyes welled up with tears, and she was overjoyed.

He kissed Wang Long on the cheek, carefully folded the Xuan paper, and put it away close to his body.

Wang Long took Xu Wanyun's calligraphy brush from his pocket, held it in his palm, and closed his eyes.

The literary energy within his body circulated slowly, flowing from his palm into the calligraphy brush.

The brush was slightly warm, emitting a faint golden glow.

But the light was very faint, like a candle flickering in the wind, and could be extinguished at any moment.

Wang Long opened his eyes, his brows furrowing even more deeply.

No response.

Or rather, the response was too weak.

This indicates that Xu Wanyun is far away from him, beyond the effective range of his perception technique.

Wang Long was very worried about her. This secret realm was full of unknown dangers. Wang Long gripped the brush tightly.

He said in a deep voice.

"The most important thing right now is to find Wanyun!"