35: Chapter 35 The Secret Realm Opens

On the spirit boat of the Qingyang Sect, Sect Master Yang Lietian frowned, his gaze sweeping back and forth over Jiang Changge.

He also could not perceive any Qi fluctuations from the other person, which made him feel a faint sense of unease.

"Yuan Qing, can you perceive his cultivation level?" he asked in a low voice.

Yuan Qingzi shook his head, his expression grave: "I cannot. This person is either an ordinary person, or his cultivation is far above mine."

Sect Master Yang Lietian remained silent, but a stormy sea raged in his heart.

On the spirit boat of the Piaomiao Sect, Sect Master Yun Qingyao sat up straight for once, her eyes burning as she gazed at Jiang Changge.

"Interesting."

The corners of her mouth curled up slightly, and a hint of interest flashed in her eyes.

"Since when did the Southern Wilderness produce such a figure?"

On the spirit boat of the Nanli Dynasty, Imperial Lord Yang Potian's face was as gloomy as water.

He had been somewhat skeptical when he heard Grand General Yang Zhirong mention this "Senior" before, but now that he saw it with his own eyes, that suspicion vanished instantly.

"That old fellow Ancestor Zhou Huaixu, his luck is truly not bad."

He muttered to himself, his tone laced with a bit of unwillingness and a bit of helplessness.

Grand General Yang Zhirong stood with his hands hanging down, not daring to interject.

On the spirit boat of the Xuanyuan Dynasty, Imperial Lord Xu Hongyuan's gaze was deep, and he remained silent for a long time.

National Preceptor Xu Daozi stood beside him, equally silent.

On the spirit boat of the Heavenly Sword Sect, Sect Master Jian Wuji finally opened his eyes.

His gaze was like a sword, shooting straight toward the direction where Jiang Changge was, as if he wanted to see through this young man in white.

However, he looked for a long time but could see nothing.

That young man in white stood casually at the bow of the boat, without any Qi fluctuations, without any Dao rhythm flowing.

Yet it gave him an unfathomable feeling, as if he were not facing a person, but a vast ocean, an abyss.

Sect Master Jian Wuji was silent for a moment, then slowly closed his eyes.

The ancient sword on his lap also stopped ringing and returned to silence.

Jiang Changge stood with his hands behind his back at the bow of the boat, his gaze sweeping over the dense crowd of Cultivators on the plain, his expression indifferent.

He could feel countless gazes falling upon him—some curious, some shocked, some awestruck, and some scrutinizing.

However, he did not care.

He had the System, the Kunlun Small World as a retreat, and an instant transmission array disk to escape at any time; even if there were some ill intent hidden in those gazes, he was not afraid in the slightest.

"Revered Master." Lu Jinghan spoke in a low voice.

"People from the other major factions are all looking at you."

The corners of Jiang Changge's mouth curled up, his tone indifferent: "Let them look, it won't cost me a piece of flesh."

Hearing this, Lu Jinghan's mouth twitched, and he suppressed his laughter.

Ancestor Zhou Huaixu stood beside Jiang Changge, feeling the gazes cast from all directions, secretly feeling proud.

He only needed to serve this Senior before him well, and that would be enough.

Thinking of this, he turned slightly and said respectfully to Jiang Changge: "Senior, the Purple Bamboo Forest should be opening soon. If Senior has any orders, please speak, and this Junior will certainly do my best."

Jiang Changge nodded slightly, his gaze falling on the Purple Bamboo Forest, and he said nothing more.

The top forces of the other four regions naturally noticed this scene as well.

People from the Xiao Family, Mu Clan, and Lin Clan of the Central Plains, people from the Penglai Pavilion of the East Sea, people from the Buddhist Sect of the Western Regions, and people from the Ice Plains Palace of the Northern Territory.

These representatives from the top forces of the Five Regions cast their gazes toward the spirit boat of the Zhouwu Dynasty one after another.

They did not know Jiang Changge, nor did they know the background of this young man in white.

But they knew Ancestor Zhou Huaixu, and they knew the status of this old fellow at the Peak of Undergoing Tribulation in the Southern Wilderness.

Someone who could make Ancestor Zhou Huaixu so respectful was definitely not a simple character.

However, they were merely curious.

With the Purple Bamboo Forest about to open, their attention quickly returned to that Purple Bamboo Forest.

After all, the Purple Bamboo Forest was the purpose of their trip.

Time passed second by second.

The noise on the plain gradually subsided, and everyone held their breath, their eyes fixed tightly on the Purple Bamboo Forest.

The space fluctuations at the edge of the bamboo forest became more and more violent, and the purple spiritual mist surged like a tide, as if something was awakening within it.

Jiang Changge stood with his hands behind his back at the bow of the boat, his gaze falling on the Purple Bamboo Forest.

He could feel that deep within the bamboo forest, an extremely ancient and powerful aura was slowly awakening.

That aura was more profound and vast than the Dragon in the Cave of Years, as if it had traveled through time and space from the ancient era.

"System, what is the origin of the Purple Bamboo Forest?" Jiang Changge asked in his heart.

"[Ding, the Purple Bamboo Forest is one of the Secret Realms left behind from the ancient era, originally the Daoist temple of the ancient mighty figure, Immortal Zizhu.]"

"[After Immortal Zizhu fell, his Daoist temple transformed into a Secret Realm, opening once every hundred years, containing a portion of Immortal Zizhu's Legacy, as well as a large amount of Heaven And Earth Treasure.]"

Jiang Changge nodded slightly, understanding in his heart.

An ancient mighty figure's Daoist temple—no wonder it had such an ancient and powerful aura.

Just then, the Purple Bamboo Forest suddenly shook violently.

The vibration was not intense, but it clearly passed into the hearts of everyone present, as if an invisible hammer had struck everyone's heart.

On the plain, everyone's expression changed in unison.

"It's opening!" someone exclaimed.

Before the words fell, the sky above the Purple Bamboo Forest suddenly changed color.

The originally clear sky was suddenly shrouded in a layer of purple light curtain.

Within the light curtain, countless mysterious runes flowed, emitting an ancient and vast aura.

That aura surged like a tide, covering the entire plain.

Everyone felt an invisible pressure, as if a large mountain was pressing on their hearts, making it hard to breathe.

Jiang Changge frowned slightly; he could feel that although the pressure was powerful, it had no effect on him.

As for the Cultivators with lower cultivation on the plain, their faces were already deathly pale, and some even sat slumped on the ground.

The phenomenon lasted for about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea before it slowly dissipated.

The purple light curtain turned into a sky full of light rain, falling onto the Purple Bamboo Forest.

Where the light rain fell, the purple spiritual mist that had originally shrouded the bamboo forest began to slowly dissipate.

The spatial fluctuations at the edge of the bamboo forest also gradually subsided.

In its place was a huge purple light gate, standing at the edge of the bamboo forest; within the light gate, a sea of purple bamboo was faintly visible.

"The Secret Realm has opened!" someone shouted loudly, their voice full of excitement.

The plain instantly boiled over.

Countless Cultivators scrambled toward the purple light gate, afraid that if they fell behind, they would miss out on the Opportunity.

However, the people from those top forces remained motionless, just coldly watching the Cultivators who rushed out.

They knew that while there were many Opportunities in the Purple Bamboo Forest, there were even more dangers.

Those who rushed to the front were often the ones who died the fastest.

Rather than fighting for that split second, it was better to let those cannon fodder go and scout the path first.

"Senior."

Ancestor Zhou Huaixu's voice rang in his ear.

"The Purple Bamboo Forest has opened. Should Senior's Disciples go in now?"

Jiang Changge withdrew his thoughts, his gaze falling on Lu Jinghan.

"Jinghan, you go in. Remember what Revered Master said."

Lu Jinghan nodded respectfully: "This Disciple understands."

He turned to look at Zhou Tianchen, Qin Muchuan, and Su Fuguang, and said in a deep voice: "Let's go."

The four of them leaped off the spirit boat, turning into four streams of light, rushing toward the purple light gate.

Their figures quickly merged into the light gate and disappeared into the purple sea of bamboo.

As for Lin Yanzhou, he currently had no cultivation and could only stay by Jiang Changge's side.

Jiang Changge stood with his hands behind his back at the bow of the boat, watching the four of them disappear into the light gate, his expression indifferent.

He was not worried about their safety.

Lu Jinghan had memories of his past life and knew where the Opportunities and dangers were in the Purple Bamboo Forest; plus, with the teleportation jade talisman he had given them, unless they were extremely unlucky, there shouldn't be any major problems.