When I woke up, the entire cultivation world was talking about my master.

This is, after all, a matter of opportunity and the interests of their own clan. Mentioning the Myriad Swords Immortal Realm makes many people's emotions noticeably sensitive.

The demon race was not to be outdone, and boos rose from the crowd.

"Just now your crown prince was saying he didn't care about immortals or demons, or social status. What, his words haven't even cooled down yet, and he's already changed his tune?!"

"Tch, saying one thing and doing another, what a hypocrite."

Some of the cultivators blushed with embarrassment, exclaiming, "Who knows what kind of demons you're planning to become!"

"Hehehe, if demons don't become demons, what are they supposed to do but be human?"

The atmosphere became tense as everyone talked at once.

The louder they argued, the more excited Ni Die became in her writing. Wen Xiu was filled with a surging sense of mission. Holding two brushes, she wrote rapidly across an open, thick book.

"The Demon King Ming Si revealed the secrets of the Myriad Swords Immortal Realm to the crowd, causing an uproar and revealing the discord between the two races... The young master of the lynx crossed his arms and sneered, his expression utterly irritating; an elder of the Heavenly Sword Sect was furious, his wig shifting... Faced with the mockery of the human race, a demon even shouted: 'I'm not human anymore!'"

Chu Xianlan's gaze slowly fell on Ni Die's figure, who was engrossed in writing. After carefully considering his wording, she felt that if these words were to be circulated, they would definitely cause a big problem.

Amid the noise, Ji Ran raised her hand and gently pressed it down, signaling everyone to calm down.

He keenly sensed the hidden meaning in the Demon King's words; Ming Si must be holding some bargaining chip to make such a calm request.

Sure enough, the Demon King laughed, his laughter even carrying a hint of pity, and slowly shook his head.

He spoke meaningfully, raising his voice. "Alas, don't you all know... the Myriad Swords Immortal Realm is an incomplete secret realm?"

Incomplete?

What does that mean?

After that, Mikoto stopped joking.

He claimed that the ancient divine stele, guarded by the demon race for generations, clearly records the true origin of the Myriad Swords Immortal Realm—it is not a legacy exclusively for the human race, but a secret realm jointly opened up by powerful beings from both races.

Is the secret realm truly shared by both races?

These words astonished everyone present, as if they had heard a tale from another world.

What they found even more unacceptable was the second truth that Mikoto then revealed.

For many years, the reason why human cultivators could only explore the known outer areas of the Myriad Swords Immortal Realm was not due to a lack of ability.

The Immortal Realm of Ten Thousand Swords has always had two keys, but as time passed and the two races diverged, they gradually disappeared into history.

Until recently, the Demon King Ming Si found the long-lost key deep within the forbidden area of ​​the Northern Underworld.

This was his main purpose in coming to the Tianyuan Society.

"What...what did you say?"

"impossible!"

Some impatient people panicked, and Chu Xianlan was dumbfounded. The current Myriad Swords Immortal Realm was already huge enough, but she didn't expect there to be a hidden other half.

This is truly incredible.

Ming Si's attitude, however, did not seem to be feigning anything.

"Anyway, the other half of the key is in my hands. The demon race is not so stingy as to be willing to share it with you humans to unlock the complete Myriad Swords Immortal Realm."

A stream of light condensed in the Demon King's palm, and an ancient token appeared out of thin air.

"My patience is limited."

"I'll give you three days to consider. If you don't cooperate, then let it remain incomplete. Anyway, my demon race doesn't lack this one secret realm."

After saying that, he returned to his seat among the demons, drinking and making merry as if nothing had happened, completely forgetting about the mess he had made.

Then the music played and the dance continued; everything was understood without words.

But the others really had no interest in the Tianyuan Society in front of them.

The understanding accumulated over hundreds and thousands of years was shattered. Everyone felt as if they had been struck by countless thunderbolts. To call it a raging storm would be an understatement. It would probably not be long before the news spread throughout the entire cultivation world.

Chu Xianlan only snapped back to reality when Xiao Huandu patted her shoulder hard.

They were surrounded by a constant stream of people, and they were on the most bustling main street of Yuntian City.

The day after the Demon King spoke, the Tianyuan Society announced the suspension of all its activities.

They euphemistically call it giving all parties ample time to discuss important matters.

To put it bluntly, they were all badly shaken by Ming Si's thunderous attack. The major sects, families, and even the royal family were all in urgent consultation, weighing the pros and cons, and arguing endlessly.

As a result, everyone from the most accomplished disciples to the ordinary ones was given a holiday to stroll around the streets.

After the initial shock subsided, what permeated the group of young cultivators was an overwhelming sense of excitement.

The atmosphere in Yuntian City was even more enthusiastic than usual. Cultivators gathered in small groups, talking animatedly. The opportunity presented itself, enough to excite most people.

What do you think of what I just said?

"What...how do you mean?" Chu Xianlan looked at her friend.

Xiao Huandu clicked his tongue and shook his finger. "Of course it's about the Myriad Swords Immortal Realm. Aren't all the sects in a meeting to discuss it right now? I don't think there's any need to consider it at all. For such a great opportunity, we should just agree to it."

That's the Myriad Swords Immortal Realm, filled with countless ancient inheritances and divine weapons, all sorts of opportunities. Going in is a sure win.

Take a gamble, and your Golden Core will transform into a Nascent Soul!

Just thinking about it makes me excited!

"Things aren't settled yet, so don't get your hopes up too high," Chu Xianlan said, trying to calm him down.

After all, only those cultivators who pass the trials of the secret realm and are recognized can gain the qualification to enter. Even if the Myriad Swords Immortal Realm were to open, not everyone would have the opportunity.

Moreover, it is fraught with danger.

Risk and opportunity always coexist; this is an eternal truth.

As the two walked down the street, Xiao Huandu caught a whiff of wine and pointed to the tavern across the street. "Wait for me. I'm going to bring back a few jars of wine for my master."

"Go ahead, you're so filial."

Xiao Huandu chuckled and turned to squeeze into the crowd.

He lingered in the tavern for a while, and while the innkeeper went to the kitchen to fetch more wine, he came to a quiet corner in the backyard, where an old tree cast a large shadow over the corner of the wall.

Xiao Huandu curled two fingers and whistled to his lips.

Soon, a figure jumped down from the tree. "Master."

"Speak," Xiao Huandu said, his dark eyes lowered, leaning casually against the wall with his arms crossed.

"It's been investigated. The captured half-demons are all imprisoned in the palace dungeon, under tight guard. There are several arrays connected by Thousand-Frost Iron, numbering nearly a hundred. They are not in immediate danger, but their movements are restricted."

"Master, should we still proceed with the prison break as planned...?" The figure slightly raised its head, looking expectantly at the person in front of it.

"The plan is on hold."

Hearing him say that, the figure bit his lip reluctantly, "Yes."

"The situation is unclear right now, so everyone should remain inactive and continue to lie low, keeping a close eye on the movements in the dungeon and the palace." After saying that, Xiao Huandu did not linger and turned to walk towards the front of the tavern.

A cold wind swept by, and the place was silent.

……

That very night, news of the imminent opening of the Myriad Swords Immortal Realm swept through the cultivation world like wildfire.

The major and minor sects and aristocratic families debated this matter for a whole day, with heated arguments and turbulent discussions, but no one was willing to miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Savage demon race, stinking indeed.

The Secret Realm Key is really good.