191: Chapter 191 The Sword Ruins Secret Realm Finally Opens, the Bronze Gate Welcomes Heroes

Melodious bell chimes echoed throughout the Heavenly Sword Sect mountain range, lingering for a long time.

Ye Qing transformed into a streak of light, flying together with dozens of other Core Disciples, whose auras were steady and gazes sharp, towards the area atop Wenjian Peak that was shrouded in clouds and mist all year round.

When they passed through the final layer of clouds and mist, the scene before them suddenly opened up.

It was a massive platform leveled by a powerful Restriction. At the edge of the platform stood nine stone pillars, each a hundred zhang tall, pitch-black throughout, and carved with countless ancient sword patterns, as if guarding some sacred entrance.

In the center of the platform, the space twisted slightly like ripples on water, and the phantom of a massive gate, seemingly forged from bronze and exuding an ancient, primal aura, was slowly solidifying.

The gate's phantom stood dozens of zhang tall and about twenty zhang wide, its surface covered in mottled verdigris and countless mysterious runes, emitting a desolation and majesty that seemed to come from the ancient, primordial era.

Dozens of Core Disciples stood quietly on the platform at this moment, waiting for that gate to solidify completely.

Their gazes were all focused on that bronze gate, their eyes filled with anticipation, solemnity, and a trace of irrepressible excitement.

Mingled among the crowd, Ye Qing calmly examined the bronze gate and the mysterious runes upon it.

He could feel that behind that gate, it connected to an extremely distant and mysterious space. In that space, there permeated an aura completely different from the Spirit Realm—one that was more ancient and more piercing.

That must be the Sword Ruins Secret Realm.

Before long, the phantom of the bronze gate finally solidified completely, transforming into a real, massive gate that seemed capable of leading to another world.

Rumble—!!!

Amidst a dull, rumbling sound that seemed to come from deep underground, the heavy bronze gate slowly opened to both sides, revealing a deep, seemingly endless passageway.

Inside the passageway, it was pitch black, with nothing visible; only waves of ancient and piercing auras surged out from the depths of the passage like a tide.

"The Sword Ruins Secret Realm has opened!"

An aged and majestic voice rang out from behind the platform.

Ye Qing looked towards the source of the sound and saw an old man wearing a gray robe, with a simple and unadorned face, as if he had merged with the surrounding environment. He was standing beneath a black stone pillar, his gaze calmly fixed on the open bronze gate.

There was no powerful aura fluctuation on the old man, as if he were just an ordinary Mortal. However, the moment Ye Qing saw him, a trace of alarm involuntarily arose in his heart.

This old man was definitely a terrifying existence far beyond the Dao Integration Realm!

"The Secret Realm will be open for three years. After three years, no matter where you are, you will be automatically teleported out by the rules of the Secret Realm." The gray-robed old man spoke slowly, his voice calm yet clearly entering everyone's ears. "Inside the Secret Realm, there are countless Opportunities, but danger is also omnipresent. Life and death are up to fate; take care of yourselves."

"Now, go in."

As soon as his voice fell, those dozens of Core Disciples, like arrows released from a bow, rushed into the open bronze gate one after another!

Ye Qing took a deep breath, no longer hesitating. His figure flickered as he mingled with the crowd and stepped into that deep passageway that seemed to lead to an unknown world.

The moment he stepped into the passageway, he felt his vision go black. Immediately following this was a sensation of spinning, weightlessness, as if his entire consciousness had been swept into a massive vortex.

He did not know how much time had passed before that sensation of weightlessness gradually faded.

He slowly opened his eyes and discovered that he was standing on a gray, desolate land that seemed to have been forgotten by endless years.

The sky was an eternal gray, without sun, moon, or stars; there was only a dull and oppressive light that barely illuminated this dead, silent world.

The ground was dry, cracked, dark red soil, devoid of any grass, with only some broken, rusted metal fragments that looked like the remains of some massive weapons scattered everywhere.

The air was permeated with a faint but extremely pure Sword Intent, as well as an aura of decay and decline.

In the distance, one could see some even larger black shadows, like mountain ranges, standing quietly in the gray mist, appearing to be the ruins of some ancient structures.

"Is this... the Sword Ruins Secret Realm?"

Ye Qing looked around, feeling the unique aura in this world that seemed to have frozen time, and inwardly heightened his vigilance.

He knew that from the moment he stepped into this Secret Realm, the real test had already begun.