157: Chapter 157 The End of the Secret Realm

"Respectfully seeing off Senior!"

The moment the black rift closed, Mo Wentian jolted awake from that eerie sense of tranquility.

Staring at the spot where the spatial rift had vanished, he didn't hesitate for a second, bending his body straight down in a deep, ninety-degree bow.

This bow came from the bottom of his heart.

Behind him, Lin Gujian, Liu Ruyan, and the others followed suit, bowing as well.

"Respectfully seeing off Senior!"

Their voices echoed like a mountain tsunami through this world that was on the brink of destruction.

They all knew that if not for that Senior's intervention, they would have long since died at the hands of the Great Ascension Stage Old Monster. If not for Senior's final words, "Do not yearn," their minds would likely still be struggling on the edge of collapse.

Senior's kindness was as heavy as Mount Tai.

After completing the formal bow, Mo Wentian abruptly straightened up.

He looked around at the Prodigies who were still immersed in shock and tranquility, and let out a thunderous roar.

"Senior has already bought us time! What are you all still standing there for?"

"Run!"

This roar was like a sharp blow to the head, instantly waking everyone up.

The crowd snapped out of it as if waking from a dream.

Right!

Senior had already left.

He had returned to the Immortal Realm.

But they were still in this damned Secret Realm!

After Su Changge and that rift disappeared, the collapse of the Secret Realm did not stop; instead, it intensified at an even more violent speed.

More and more cracks appeared in the sky, growing larger and larger.

The earth beneath their feet groaned under the unbearable weight as bottomless chasms appeared out of nowhere, swallowing mountains and rivers.

The shadow of death loomed over everyone's hearts once again.

"Go! To the exit!"

"Quick! Keep up with Senior Brother Mo!"

Under the organization of Mo Wentian and Lin Gujian, the remaining Cultivators no longer hesitated.

They unleashed all their Magic Treasures and spiritual talismans, turning into streaks of light as they dashed with all their might toward the direction they had come from.

That was the only way to survive.

Xiao Fan was mixed in the crowd, clumsily dodging the fissures that suddenly split open beneath him while unable to resist glancing back at the direction where Su Changge had disappeared.

The sky had returned to its original state, with only the continuously expanding spatial rifts proving that everything that had just happened was not an illusion.

The gap between him and that man was no longer something that could be bridged by hard work alone.

It was the distance between heaven and earth.

No, it was even further than heaven and earth.

Xiao Fan withdrew his gaze and focused all his attention on fleeing.

Perhaps he would never be able to catch up to his footsteps in this lifetime.

But at the very least, he had to survive first!

Liu Ruyan clenched her fists tightly, her beautiful face filled with determination.

She made a silent vow in her heart.

Senior's world... so it was there?

Behind that rift, was it the true Immortal Realm?

One day, I will also Cultivate to that level, break through the shackles of this world, and follow in Senior's footsteps!

By then, perhaps... there will be a chance to meet again.

Without Su Changge acting as their "Stabilizing Pillar," the escape journey for the crowd became fraught with danger.

Several times, a pitch-black spatial rift would unfold without any warning in front of the group, swallowing several unlucky souls at the front.

Before they could even let out a shrill scream, they had vanished without a trace.

The threat of death stimulated everyone's nerves.

They didn't dare to relax in the slightest, pushing their speed to the absolute limit.

"Watch out!"

Lin Gujian gave a sharp shout as his long sword left its scabbard, sending a sharp Sword Qi slashing forward.

A giant boulder falling from the sky was split in two by the Sword Qi, grazing the edge of the group as it fell into the nearby abyss.

"Thank you, Brother Lin!"

Several Cultivators who were nearly hit were still shaken as they hurriedly thanked him.

Lin Gujian did not respond, his attention entirely focused on the path ahead.

The Secret Realm was collapsing too fast, so fast they hardly had time to react.

"Brother Mo, how much further?"

Liu Ruyan asked while pushing her Movement Technique to the limit.

"Almost there! Just ahead!"

Mo Wentian's voice came from the front, "Hold on for another fifteen minutes!"

Fifteen minutes!

Everyone gritted their teeth and gave it their all.

Just then, a massive spatial rift suddenly opened in the middle of the group.

"Ah—"

Several Cultivators couldn't dodge in time and were swallowed directly by the rift.

The group was instantly split into two sections.

"Damn it!"

Mo Wentian's expression changed, "Everyone, go around it!"

The crowd hurriedly changed direction, bypassing that spatial rift.

But the Secret Realm was collapsing faster and faster, and the spatial rifts were becoming more numerous.

Their escape route was becoming increasingly difficult.

Xiao Fan's face was pale; his spiritual energy was nearly exhausted.

He gritted his teeth, pulled a Medicinal Pill from his Storage Pouch, and swallowed it directly.

The Medicinal Pill melted instantly, and a surge of pure spiritual energy erupted within his body, allowing his speed to increase once more.

But he knew this was just drinking poison to quench thirst.

Once the medicinal power was exhausted, his body would completely break down.

But right now, he couldn't care about that anymore.

Surviving was the most important thing.

Finally.

Just moments before the land behind them completely turned into a chaotic void.

Mo Wentian led the last batch of surviving Cultivators as they burst out of that familiar white light exit in a wretched state.

Beneath their feet was solid and familiar ground.

Before their eyes were the anxious faces of the elders from various Sects.

They had successfully escaped with their lives.

"Mo Wentian! You're finally out!"

A white-haired old man rushed over and grabbed Mo Wentian's shoulder, "What on earth happened in the Secret Realm? Why did it suddenly collapse?"

Mo Wentian was panting heavily; before he could answer, the white light exit behind him collapsed with a boom.

A terrifying aura surged out from the exit, frightening the surrounding Cultivators into retreating hastily.

"The Secret Realm... is completely destroyed."

Mo Wentian looked at the now-vanished exit, his voice low.

"What exactly happened?"

The white-haired old man pressed for an answer.

Mo Wentian was silent for a moment, then he looked up at the sky.

"We... encountered a Senior."

"A... true Immortal."

As soon as these words were spoken, all the surrounding Cultivators were stunned.

An Immortal?

How could that be?

But seeing Mo Wentian's serious expression, they had no choice but to believe it.

"Senior, he..."

Liu Ruyan walked over, her voice somewhat choked, "To save us, Senior faced the Great Ascension Stage Old Monster alone, and finally... finally returned to the Immortal Realm."

"What?!"

All the surrounding Cultivators were shocked.

A Great Ascension Stage Old Monster?

The Immortal Realm?

These terms were all too distant for them.

But from the expressions of these Prodigies, what they said was true.

"What was Senior's... name?"

The white-haired old man asked.

Mo Wentian shook his head.

"We don't know."

"Senior never told us his name."

"But we know he was a true Immortal."

"An existence... worth spending our entire lives to pursue."

His words were met with agreement from everyone.

And that Fallen Immortal Secret Realm, which had buried countless Prodigies and also created a legend, along with that unfathomable Senior Su, would remain in everyone's memories forever.