202: The Secret Realm Battle Royale Begins

Yao Delong's System panel's yin-yang value was also frozen at 130 points.

Although his cultivation Realm remained unmoved, he could clearly feel that,

his Divine Sense power, under the nourishment of Yin-Yang Harmony and the Spirit-Nurturing Platform,

had become more condensed and resilient, like refined iron that had been tempered repeatedly.

Its coverage range had even quietly broken through the limit of the Golden Core Stage, reaching a staggering one hundred and fifty li!

This was already the Divine Sense strength that only a Mid Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator could possess!

With a slight thought, the rustling of grass, the chirping of insects, and the singing of birds within hundreds of li around Luoxia Peak,

and even the whispers of some low-level Disciples, were clearly reflected in his Sea of Consciousness, appearing in minute detail.

However, places isolated by Formations could not be probed.

The Main Peak Square was bustling with noise, like a giant boiling pot.

Today was the day the second round of the Core Competition—the Netherworld Secret Realm Battle Royale—would begin!

In the center of the huge square, a hundred successful Prodigy Disciples stood solemnly,

like a hundred sharp swords about to go out to battle, their sharpness fully revealed.

Some of them emitted sharp Sword Qi, some surged with powerful spiritual power,

and some were shrouded in eerie auras; every single one was a standout among this generation of Yin Yang Sect Disciples.

The spectator stands were already packed with people—Disciples and deacons from various peaks,

and even some Elders in seclusion had been disturbed and came to observe the ceremony.

Discussions, cheers, and gasps of admiration intertwined, pushing the atmosphere to its peak.

On the high platform, the peak masters of each peak and the Sect Elders gathered. The Dan Chenzi was glowing with health,

as he spoke in low tones with the Chiyan Peak Master, Ji Yanshuang, unable to hide his pride in Yao Delong.

Ji Yanshuang's expression was complex as her gaze swept over the white-clad figure in the Luoxia Peak area below.

Sect Head White Cloud Master sat in the center, his expression calm and his gaze deep,

as if he could penetrate space to see the scenes within the Secret Realm.

“Who do you all think will stand out in this Secret Realm Battle Royale?” an Elder asked with a smile while stroking his beard.

“Lei Qianjun's lightning techniques are overbearing and he is experienced; he should be a favorite for the top spot!”

“Liu Ruyan is supreme in both pills and fire, with unpredictable methods; she also cannot be underestimated.”

“Zhao Chen's sword heart is clear and his determination is at its peak; he might come from behind to win.”

“As for Yao Delong... although he is a newcomer, his brilliance is unprecedented. He might just be the dark horse that goes all the way!”

“The Third Prince, Xiao Chen, is a hidden gem; his ambitions are not small...”

Discussions broke out on the high platform, filled with evaluations and expectations for the top Disciples.

The Disciple seating area.

“Rumei!” a cold voice filled with surprise rang out.

Luo Miaomiao was dressed in a water-blue gown, her temperament as elegant as a secluded orchid in a valley.

She looked at Liu Rumei beside her, who was glowing with health and whose aura was significantly stronger than it had been two days ago.

Her beautiful eyes were full of disbelief. “You... you've broken through to Foundation Establishment Perfection?”

Liu Rumei's pretty face turned slightly red, as if stained by the morning glow, adding a touch of charm.

She somewhat guiltily avoided Luo Miaomiao's probing gaze and said vaguely,

“Um... yes, I broke through by chance.”

“By chance?” Luo Miaomiao's delicate brows furrowed slightly. She had known Liu Rumei for many years and knew her cultivation speed well.

Two months ago, she was only in the Qi Condensation Realm, but then her cultivation progressed by leaps and bounds.

Now, she had directly broken through to Foundation Establishment Perfection, the same as herself!

This was definitely not something that could be explained by the words “by chance.”

Liu Rumei's eyes dodged a bit as she explained in a low voice again,

“Miaomiao... it was Martial Uncle Yao... he pointed out some key points in my cultivation...”

Her voice grew smaller and smaller, and even the tips of her ears turned red.

“Confess honestly,”

Luo Miaomiao leaned closer to Liu Rumei and lowered her voice, her tone carrying a hint of mischief and curiosity,

“Was it... did Martial Uncle Yao... give you some kind of ‘miraculous spirit medicine’?”

She deliberately emphasized the words “miraculous spirit medicine,” her eyes full of implication.

Liu Rumei's face instantly turned beet red, like a cooked shrimp. She stomped her foot and chided,

“Miaomiao! What nonsense are you talking about! It was... Martial Uncle Yao guided my cultivation, and I... I had some insights before breaking through!”

Her voice grew smaller and smaller, her eyes wandering. That shy appearance of trying to cover things up,

made the suspicion in Luo Miaomiao's heart even more certain.

She looked at Liu Rumei's face, which was clearly more radiant and moving from being nourished,

and an unusual ripple inexplicably rose in her heart,

as her gaze involuntarily drifted toward that outstanding white figure in the center of the square.

Just then, a passionate voice, like a little sun, rang out near Yao Delong:

“Senior Brother Yao! Senior Brother Yao! Over here! Good luck! Crush them! Take first place!”

A youth wearing fiery red martial attire, with hair standing up as flamboyantly as flames,

was excitedly waving and shouting at Yao Delong. It was indeed Xiao Huohuo.

Beside him stood a girl with a gentle temperament and exquisite beauty, Lin Shishi,

who at this moment was helplessly pulling on Xiao Huohuo's sleeve and whispering,

“Seven... Xiao Huohuo, keep your voice down! Don't cause trouble for Senior Brother Yao!”

Yao Delong turned his head at the sound and looked at the quite straightforward Xiao Huohuo,

and the extraordinary Lin Shishi beside him.

A gentle smile appeared on his face as he gave them a slight nod.

However, this scene, falling into the eyes of the Third Prince, Xiao Chen, not far away, was like lighting a powder keg!

“Xiao Huohuo?!”

Xiao Chen's pupils suddenly constricted, and a flash of icy killing intent and extreme disgust flickered in the depths of his eyes!

This trash of a seventh brother, who had no presence in the Imperial Dynasty and was like an invisible person, was actually on good terms with Yao Delong?!

“Good, very good!”

Xiao Chen laughed from extreme anger in his heart, but he maintained an elegant mask on his face. However, his gaze was extremely cold,

“Yao Delong... let's see where you choose to be your burial ground!

As for Xiao Huohuo... hmph, trash should have the awareness of being trash!”

“Silence!”

Grand Elder Venerable Ziyang's voice was like a great bell, instantly suppressing the noise of the entire venue.

His gaze was like lightning as it swept over the hundred Disciples below.

“The Netherworld Secret Realm is formed from fragments of an ancient battlefield. You already know the rules, so I won't repeat them. This is the Life-Saving Jade Talisman!”

He waved his hand, and a hundred streaks of light flew accurately toward each Disciple.

Yao Delong reached out and caught it. In his hand was a warm green jade tablet,

carved with mysterious runes, faintly emitting spatial fluctuations.

Once crushed or subjected to a fatal attack, it would be instantly activated,

transporting the person out of the Secret Realm, but it also meant elimination.

“This talisman protects your lives, but it is not omnipotent! I hope you act cautiously and within your capabilities!”

Venerable Ziyang warned in a deep voice.

Yao Delong stroked the jade talisman, but his gaze was like the most precise falcon,

instantly locking onto the figure in the crowd who was dodging his gaze and filled with resentment and fear—Meng Bi!

‘The first one will be you,’ Yao Delong sneered in his heart.

Although he didn't know that Xiao Chen was already plotting against him, this Meng Bi was already on his must-eliminate list.

The Secret Realm Battle Royale was the perfect time to give him a surprise!

“The hour has arrived! Secret Realm—Open!”

Venerable Ziyang said no more. He formed hand seals, and majestic spiritual power surged out,

pouring into the huge Formation Plate that had already been set up in the center of the square!