137: Chapter 137 The Entrance to the Secret Realm: A Gathering of Prodigies!

"Get lost! This spot was claimed by our Dayan Holy Land first!"

"Ridiculous! The Falling Immortal Secret Realm is ownerless, why should we give it to you? The prince of our Tianxuan Imperial Dynasty hasn't even spoken yet!"

"Stop arguing. In my opinion, we should join forces to clear out these Loose Cultivators first, so they don't get in the way."

In front of the entrance to the Falling Immortal Secret Realm lay a vast plain.

At this moment, the plain was already packed with people, and banners were fluttering.

Top forces from all over the Cangxuan Dao Domain had sent their Prodigy descendants, intending to get a piece of the pie in this grand feast.

Li Qingxuan, the Saint of the Dayan Holy Land, wore a star-patterned Daoist robe, his aura imposing.

Zhao Wuji, the Crown Prince of the Tianxuan Imperial Dynasty, rode a magnificent carriage pulled by nine Dragons, looking majestic.

Then there was Lin Gujian, the descendant of the Ancient Sword Sect, holding an ancient sword, eyes closed in meditation, surrounded by Sword Intent, with no one daring to approach.

These "Prodigies," who were usually high and mighty, capable of shaking a region with a single stomp, were now arguing until their faces were red, just like vendors in a wet market, fighting for a forward "entry" position.

After all, entering the Secret Realm earlier meant a better chance to seize the initiative.

Treasures were always first-come, first-served.

"Li Qingxuan, although your Dayan Holy Land is strong, you cannot be this overbearing!"

Zhao Wuji stood on the Dragon carriage, his voice cold.

"Overbearing?"

Li Qingxuan sneered.

"Our Dayan Holy Land has a Legacy spanning a hundred thousand years with deep foundations; what is wrong with occupying the foremost position?"

"Foundations?"

Lin Gujian opened his eyes, a flash of Sword Intent crossing them.

"In the path of the sword, only strength matters, not one's background."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Sword Intent around him suddenly erupted.

Li Qingxuan and Zhao Wuji's expressions changed simultaneously, and they each channeled their Qi to resist.

Three powerful auras collided in the air, and the surrounding Loose Cultivators retreated one after another, fearing they would be caught in the crossfire.

It looked like a great battle was about to break out.

"Moo—"

A long, drawn-out lowing of an ox came from afar.

The sound was not loud, but it clearly drilled into everyone's ears.

Li Qingxuan was about to strike, but his movements suddenly froze.

Zhao Wuji's raised palm stiffened in mid-air.

Lin Gujian's Sword Intent instantly subsided.

The entire plain fell into an eerie silence at this moment.

Everyone's gaze turned towards the distance in unison.

On the horizon, a figure was slowly approaching.

Green robes, a green ox.

It moved slowly, as if taking a leisurely stroll in the countryside.

"It's him!"

Someone in the crowd shouted.

"Dao Ancestor!"

"It really is him! That man riding the green ox!"

Suppressed exclamations exploded in the crowd.

Li Qingxuan's pupils contracted sharply.

Zhao Wuji's palm began to tremble.

Lin Gujian's hand gripping his sword tightened slightly, his knuckles turning white.

The three, who had been at daggers drawn a moment ago, now wore the exact same expression.

Shock, awe, and a trace of fear that was hard to conceal.

"Move! Everyone move!"

It was unclear who moved first, but the crowd began to retreat to both sides.

A wide path split open through the middle of the crowd, leading directly to the very front of the Secret Realm entrance.

Everyone lowered their heads, not daring to look directly at the figure slowly walking towards them.

This was the weight of a person's reputation, the shadow of a tree.

The legends about the "Dao Ancestor" had been spreading like wildfire over the past few days.

Stomping to shatter mountains and rivers, glaring to destroy a Primordial Spirit, speaking to convert a Devil Head.

Any one of these feats was enough to make all the Prodigies present suffocate.

Not to mention that all these feats were concentrated on one person.

Su Changge was riding on the ox's back, completely bewildered.

He just wanted to find a corner to sneak in, so how did he become the center of attention the moment he arrived?

Why were these people... lowering their heads to make way for him?

He was panicking inside, but on the surface, he maintained that unruffled, detached appearance.

Years of experience in bluffing told him that the more tense the situation, the more he had to remain steady.

He looked straight ahead, riding the ox, and slowly moved forward along the "exclusive path" that the crowd had cleared for him.

The Old Yellow Ox seemed to enjoy this treatment, holding its head high, its pace even steadier than usual.

"Dayan Holy Land, Li Qingxuan, pays respects to Senior!"

The previously arrogant Saint of the Dayan Holy Land suddenly stepped forward quickly and bowed deeply to Su Changge.

His waist was bent very low, his attitude respectful to the extreme.

Su Changge's heart skipped a beat.

No, weren't you just fighting with someone a moment ago?

Why are you suddenly bowing to me?

"Tianxuan Imperial Dynasty, Zhao Wuji, pays respects to Senior!"

The Crown Prince of the Imperial Dynasty also jumped down from the Dragon carriage, stepped forward quickly, and bowed.

His movements were even more standard than Li Qingxuan's, his forehead almost touching the ground.

"Ancient Sword Sect, Lin Gujian, pays respects to Senior."

The young man holding the sword also opened his eyes and nodded slightly towards Su Changge.

Although it was just a nod, for a Sword Cultivator, this was already a sign of great respect.

Su Changge's brain was buzzing.

What is going on here?

I'm just passing by!

He took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down.

Can't panic, the more you panic, the easier it is to expose yourself.

He nodded faintly, acknowledging them.

Saying more leads to more mistakes; a Master's demeanor is to be sparing with words.

He scanned the crowd, and suddenly, he saw a familiar face.

Mo Wentian!

This descendant of the Tianji Pavilion was squeezing to the very front of the crowd. Seeing Su Changge look over, he was so excited his face flushed red, and he waved frantically at him.

His mouth opened and closed, silently shouting "Senior".

Seeing someone he knew, Su Changge felt a little more at ease.

At least there's someone I recognize; if anything happens later, I can find someone to block in front.

He nodded imperceptibly in Mo Wentian's direction.

Receiving this "signal," Mo Wentian almost jumped up.

Senior remembers me!

Senior even nodded at me!

What does this mean?

It means I have weight in Senior's heart!

He turned his head to look at a Loose Cultivator beside him, lowering his voice.

"Did you see that? Senior nodded at me!"

The Loose Cultivator was so envious that his eyes turned red.

"Brother Mo, are you very close to the Dao Ancestor Senior?"

"That goes without saying!"

Mo Wentian puffed out his chest.

"I have witnessed Senior's feats with my own eyes!"

"Really? Tell me about it!"

People around immediately gathered around.

"When Senior was at the Tianji Pavilion, he only took one look at the Heavenly Mystery Plate, and the plate automatically started running, deducing the secrets of heaven a thousand years into the future!"

"Hiss—"

A sound of gasping echoed all around.

"And, when Senior was at the Evil Cultivator Alliance, he only said one sentence: 'Lay down the butcher's knife, and you will become a Buddha immediately.' The leader of the Evil Cultivator Alliance, Qian Tong, had an Epiphany on the spot and personally cleaned up his Sect!"

"My god..."

"Is this the Realm of the Dao Ancestor?"

The discussions in the crowd grew louder and louder.

Su Changge, riding on the ox's back, felt his mouth twitch.

Mo Wentian, can you stop spouting nonsense?

When did I look at the Heavenly Mystery Plate?

When did I say that sentence?

He really wanted to rush over and cover Mo Wentian's mouth, but his reason told him he couldn't move now.

If he moved, he would be exposed.

He could only bite the bullet and continue walking forward.

The surrounding Prodigies saw this scene, and their eyes towards Mo Wentian all carried a trace of envy and jealousy.

To be remembered by the "Dao Ancestor" Senior, what an honor!

Su Changge rode the ox all the way to the very front of the Secret Realm entrance.

The massive space rift was right in front of him, the violent energy radiating from it causing the surrounding space to twist and deform.

He stopped, looking at the rift in front of him, calculating how to get in.

Behind him, everyone held their breath.

A huge question floated in everyone's mind.

This Falling Immortal Secret Realm had clear rule restrictions; only Cultivators at the Golden Core Stage and below could enter.

This "Dao Ancestor" Senior, whose Realm was unfathomable, had long since transcended the understanding of worldly people.

Could he... enter?

Or would such an Immortal figure be directly excluded by the rules of the Secret Realm?

"What do you guys think, will Senior be unable to get in?"

Someone in the crowd muttered softly.

"Shut up!"

The person next to him immediately scolded.

"Senior has great Divine Ability; how could mere Secret Realm rules restrict him?"

"But..."

"No 'buts'! If you dare to question Senior again, be careful I tear your mouth off!"

The person immediately shut his mouth.

Li Qingxuan stood in the crowd, looking at Su Changge's back with a complex gaze.

He remembered the instructions from his Sect Elder before leaving.

"If you encounter that Dao Ancestor, do not provoke him under any circumstances; avoid him if you can."

"Why?"

"Because that person's Realm has already exceeded our understanding."

The Elder's eyes held a trace of fear.

"It is said that he only needs to stand there to make the heavens change color and the sun and moon lose their light."

Li Qingxuan hadn't taken it seriously at the time.

But now, looking at that figure standing in front of the Secret Realm entrance, he suddenly understood the Elder's words.

This Senior really was unfathomable.

Zhao Wuji was also in the crowd, cold sweat already seeping from his palms.

He remembered his father's warning before leaving.

"If you encounter that Dao Ancestor, remember, it is better to give up the Opportunity than to become his enemy."

"Father, is he really that strong?"

"Strong?"

His father shook his head.

"He has already transcended the concept of strong or weak."

"It is said that with a gentle wave of his hand, he can make a mountain range disappear."

Zhao Wuji had thought his father was exaggerating at the time.

But now, looking at that figure standing in front of the Secret Realm entrance, he suddenly felt that his father might have been conservative.

Lin Gujian gripped his sword, his eyes fixed on Su Changge's back.

His Sword Heart was beating wildly.

That was the reaction one only had when encountering an peerless powerhouse.

He remembered his Master's words before leaving.

"If you encounter that Dao Ancestor, remember, put away your Sword Intent; do not let him perceive your hostility."

"Why?"

"Because his Realm has already transcended the limits of the Sword Dao."

His Master's eyes held a trace of longing.

"It is said that with just one glance, he can make a divine sword automatically recognize its Master."

Lin Gujian hadn't been convinced at the time.

But now, looking at that figure standing in front of the Secret Realm entrance, he suddenly understood his Master's words.

This Senior had already transcended the Sword Dao.

Su Changge stood in front of the Secret Realm entrance, panicking inside.

Can I actually get into this Secret Realm?

If I can't get in, won't I be exposed?

He took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down.

Forget it, just try and see.

He lifted his foot and took a step towards the Secret Realm entrance.

Everyone's gaze was fixed on him.