430: nirvana realm

"Old Ghost Tai Xu! You're actually not dead yet!?" As a crack in space just closed, the purple-robed old woman who emerged from it glared, her voice a hoarse shout.

A red lotus suddenly bloomed in her palm, and countless petals instantly transformed into blades that tore through the Void Realm, sweeping towards the white-haired middle-aged Daoist who stepped out of another crack!

Boom—

The true power of the world's Fire Dao roared, and the temperature of the sky domain rose sharply for ten thousand miles.

The accumulated snow on the mountains below collapsed with a rumble, turning into a towering white wave that poured down. Several small towns at the foot of the mountains lit up with Immortal Light barriers one after another—truly, when Immortals fight, Mortals suffer.

This principle was equally cruel between Quasi-Saints and ordinary Immortals.

The white-haired Daoist was ambushed just as he stepped out of the crack, his heart jolted. The Bagua plate in his palm spun out, and in an instant, Yin and Yang Qi intertwined into a protective cover, guarding his body meticulously.

"Junior Sister Yu Jiao?" The Daoist, called Old Ghost Tai Xu, paused his gaze on her face, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes before quickly settling into calm.

He flicked his sleeve, and the protective Yin and Yang Qi vibrated violently. The sky-full of lotus petal fire blades scattered as if meeting melting snow in a furnace.

Even the purple-robed old woman, Yu Jiao, who had lunged at him, was pushed back dozens of miles by this Reflection force.

She stabilized herself, no longer rushing forward, but stared fixedly at Tai Xu, her eyes filled with boundless hatred.

"Old Ghost Tai Xu! When did my Heavenly Flame Mountain ever treat you unfairly? My father regarded you as a son, took you as a direct disciple, cultivated you with all his might for tens of thousands of years, exhausted Heaven And Earth Treasures, and even humbled himself to obtain the Clear and Turbid Carefree Scripture for you... Yet you dared to kill your master and betray your sect! Today, I will surely slay you!" Yu Jiao's wrinkles twisted with rage, and as she spoke, hand seals flew, the red lotus above her head spun, and nine ominous fire Dragons condensed from the countless lotus petals, their roars tearing through space.

"Junior Sister, what you saw is not the truth," Tai Xu's tone remained calm.

But his actions were not slow at all. He took a step, and lotuses bloomed in the Void Realm—Tai Chi Bagua formations appeared out of thin air.

He casually pointed at the space around Yu Jiao, and the formations manifested layer upon layer, instantly sealing her and the nine fire Dragons within.

"You... you've actually entered the Late Stage Quasi-Saint!?" Yu Jiao's face changed drastically. Her anger subsided slightly, replaced by seven parts shock and three parts despair.

She gritted her teeth and fully activated: "Nine Dragon Red Lotus Break! Break for me—"

The nine Dragons roared and charged, flames soaring, crashing against the formation with sparks flying. But the Yin and Yang flowing formation wall remained motionless, not even the slightest ripple appearing.

Above the formation, the eight Dao Seals of Qian, Kun, Zhen, Xun, Kan, Li, Gen, and Dui rotated, evolving into earth, water, fire, and wind, forming a world of their own, absorbing and nullifying all violent attacks.

At this moment, powerful auras arrived one after another from the surroundings, all of them Quasi-Saints who had followed the trail.

Some stepped on auspicious clouds, some were wreathed in demonic light, some were hidden within Void Realm fluctuations, their auras either Immortal-like and refined or strange and unpredictable.

They indifferently glanced at the trapped Yu Jiao and Tai Xu, whose aura was unfathomable as he stood with his hands behind his back. Their eyes mostly held condescending amusement and scrutiny, yet none of them intervened, as if watching a farce unrelated to them.

"Junior Sister, the opening of the Nirvana Realm was sudden. Although I don't know the changes within, it must involve a great deal... You should not take risks." Tai Xu's voice gradually became ethereal, echoing in the sky, but he had already stepped into the deep purple, constantly rotating passage that seemed to devour everything, his figure instantly disappearing.

"Tai—Xu—!" Yu Jiao enunciated each word, screaming hoarsely, feeling utterly contempted by her enemy. Boundless indignation and powerlessness almost consumed her reason.

However, this body of hers was merely a Severed Corpse of the Fire Dao, not in her full, Peak state of Fusion with her Main Body. She could only exert the combat power of an Initial Stage Quasi-Saint Peak, making her utterly powerless to break the seal.

She could clearly sense that this formation was incredibly tough and self-sustaining. Even without manipulation, by its own operation, it would take her several days to escape—by then, the Nirvana Realm passage would have long closed, and this Opportunity that appeared once every million years would slip through her fingers!

The several Quasi-Saints who had been watching the show, seeing no further changes, also transformed into streaks of light and entered the passage one after another, disappearing.

They all saw that Yu Jiao was a Severed Corpse, and even if they kicked her while she was down, they wouldn't gain much. They also understood that Tai Xu's sealing technique was in fact a disguised form of protection. Although they didn't know the exact relationship between the two, no one was willing to needlessly offend two Quasi-Saints, especially a powerful being like Tai Xu, who had already reached the Late Stage and whose methods were unfathomable.

Xiao Zhuo, who had been hidden in a Time-Space barrier nearby, witnessed this scene from beginning to end and developed a strong interest in the "Nirvana Realm" mentioned by Tai Xu.

The ancient and vast aura emanating from that passage made it clear without further explanation that it was certainly not simple inside.

"Dilamon, have you ever heard of this Nirvana Realm?" He asked faintly without turning his head, his gaze still fixed on the deep purple passage.

Dilamon behind him quickly bowed, his expression respectful with a hint of shame: "Replying to Master, your subordinate is ignorant and has never heard the name of this realm. It must be a Secret Realm unique to the Immortal-Demon Realm. Observing the Immortal Qi overflowing from this passage, it is pure, ancient, and even contains a trace of sacred Qi, far surpassing ordinary grotto-heavens. It must be related to a Saint. If there isn't a heaven-shaking Opportunity within, how could it attract so many Quasi-Saint powerful beings?"

Xiao Zhuo nodded slightly.

Dilamon was not from this realm, but from the distant Primal Demon Realm, so it was normal for him not to know.

But his analysis coincided with his own judgment.

"Saint-realm Opportunity... possibly even related to a Saint?" Xiao Zhuo looked at the deep purple passage, his gaze growing deeper, and the Immortal Qi within him subtly surged.

Just as he was pondering, violent spatial fluctuations once again came from the distant sky, and more than a dozen incredibly powerful auras appeared one after another.

Some directly tore through the Void Realm, emerging from dark cracks, their pressure overwhelming.

Some transformed into brilliant long rainbows, flying at extreme speed, trailing ten thousand miles of colorful light.

Others had obscure auras, as if merged with shadows, approaching silently.

Without exception, the pressure emanating from these figures had all reached the Saint-Grade level. After they appeared, most merely swept their gaze around indifferently, then unhesitatingly rushed towards the Nirvana Realm passage, instantly disappearing into it.

"The Immortal-Demon Realm's foundation is indeed unfathomable. The old monsters who usually live in seclusion are now like sharks smelling blood, appearing one after another! So many Quasi-Saints!" Dilamon felt the fleeting, heart-palpitating auras and couldn't help but exclaim in a low voice, his face filled with shock.

He had only witnessed such a scene during the great war between the Primal Demon Realm and the Light God Realm.

"Hao Duo's words were true, the Immortal Realm's waters... are even deeper than imagined," Xiao Zhuo also felt a surge of emotion in his heart.

On the surface, the Immortal Realm had only a dozen or so Quasi-Saints: the Ten Great Emperor Lords of the Heavenly Court, the Three Great Sacred Lands, and the Western Buddhist Kingdom. Adding those living in seclusion in various famous mountains, great rivers, grotto-heavens, and blessed lands, the total would be at most thirty to forty.

Yet, in just a moment, he had personally seen over thirty unfamiliar Quasi-Saints enter the passage. The auras and Cultivation Technique styles of most of them were existences he had never sensed before, as if they had sprung out of cracks in rocks.

If the Immortal Realm had so many reclusive old monsters, then how could the Demon Realm, which had fought against it for countless years, truly only have the dozen or so Demon Venerables on the surface?

"To make so many Quasi-Saints who usually avoid the world all move out, even disregarding their status and scrambling to enter, the benefits within this Nirvana Realm are probably far beyond our imagination." Xiao Zhuo's mind was made up, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes as he looked at Dilamon, "Let's go. How can such a grand event be without us? We'll also go in and find out."

His immortal body was now complete, immune to wan fa (myriad laws), and with the Time-Space Dao Fruit, his life-saving ability was top-notch within the Quasi-Saint realm. As long as he didn't directly face a Saint at their Peak, he was confident in his ability to escape.

How could he miss such a heaven-shaking Opportunity, suspected to be related to the Saint realm, right before him?

Dilamon was naturally deeply moved, his face showing excitement.

Following a powerful figure like Xiao Zhuo, even if the interior was fraught with danger, he believed that even just getting some scraps would be far better than cultivating for ten thousand years.

He immediately bowed and replied: "Yes, Master!"

Xiao Zhuo nodded, his gaze finally sweeping over the purple-robed old woman, Yu Jiao, who was still sealed in mid-air, still strenuously activating the red lotus to bombard the formation, yet unable to make it even tremble a bit. A meaningful smile suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth.