110: The secret realm opens, grandfather and grandson gaze upon it.

Below, the faces of the four Golden Core Cultivators changed abruptly, and they all bowed in unison, lowering their posture even further.

What they felt was not just the vast, sea-like fluctuations of spiritual energy, but also the incredibly clear and irresistibly powerful manifestation of fire laws!

The nearly one thousand Qi Refining Cultivators in the mountain fell into a dead silence at this moment.

Those with weaker cultivation felt as if their hearts were gripped by an invisible hand, their blood flowing backward, and their vision darkening.

Outstanding individuals like Qi Xuanlin, Wu Mingxuan, and Chen Yin felt their Divine Soul tremble, as a sense of insignificance and fear originating from their life level surged uncontrollably.

At the same time, the silent "Two Realms Dragon Guiding Array" below seemed to be infused with a Soul, erupting completely with a boom!

"Boom! Buzz buzz buzz—!!!"

All the Formation patterns instantly lit up to the extreme; thousands of Mid-Grade Spirit Stones burned simultaneously, spewing out pure spiritual energy like a tsunami, turning into countless roaring crimson-gold light Dragons that crazily surged and galloped along the Formation diagram!

The Foundation Establishment Cultivators stationed in the four directions turned red in the face, combining their own mana with the power of the Formation to guide this violent energy with all their might.

The earth began to emit a low rumble, as if the earth veins were being awakened and turning over.

The power of the earth veins, the guided Five Elements spiritual energy, and the cross-realm energy gathered by the Formation completed their final Fusion and sublimation under the "Fire Commands All Spirits" keynote set by Zhao Xicheng's stomp!

A pillar of fire, as blazing as the rising sun, erupted boldly from the Formation, piercing straight into the firmament!

At the top of the fire pillar, the Void Realm was melted and distorted, eventually turning into a slowly rotating, deep portal.

Inside the portal, light and shadow shifted, and the phantom images of towering peaks and ancient trees reaching the sky could be vaguely seen.

The Earth Spirit Secret Realm, with fire as the guide, the portal is wide open!

Celestial Rain Master's Divine Sense, like invisible mercury, instantly spread out, enveloping the nearly thousand Cultivators below.

The Divine Sense of Golden Core and Nascent Soul Cultivators has a fundamental difference from the Spiritual Sense of Qi Refining and Foundation Establishment Cultivators.

Spiritual Sense is like a blurred perception and extended tentacles, while Divine Sense is more condensed, precise, and contains the Cultivator's own insights into the "Dao".

It can perceive more subtle energy flows, changes in aura, and even Divine Soul fluctuations.

With a sweep of his Divine Sense, an aged voice rang out:

"According to the rules, this Earth Spirit Secret Realm only allows those under sixty years old who have obtained a slot to enter.

If anyone is harboring thoughts of luck... withdraw now to save your life!"

Hearing this, the expressions of the Cultivators below all tightened.

Celestial Rain Master's tone was gentle, but the chill in his words was sharper than the winter wind.

Looking at the more than one hundred Zhao Family Foundation Establishment Cultivators with somber auras around the Formation, and the substantive pressure from the high altitude, no one doubted the weight of these words.

Qi Xuanlin's gaze swept across; no one in the crowd moved.

Of those who could make it here, who didn't carry immense determination?

After a moment of silence, Celestial Rain Master said no more, his Divine Sense brushing over the entire area once again.

This time, all the Cultivators felt a cool yet irresistible force sweep across their bodies.

It felt as if they were seen through inside and out, yet they couldn't muster even a hint of resistance.

"Rise."

Celestial Rain Master spoke indifferently.

Suddenly, more than a dozen figures in the crowd involuntarily separated from the group and floated into mid-air.

The color instantly drained from their faces, and in a state of extreme terror, they screamed hoarsely:

"Senior, spare our lives! We... we just found it hard to seek immortal Opportunity and wanted to gamble for a chance!"

"I am a Loose Cultivator with no way to seek entrance, so I had no choice but to forge an identity..."

"Spare my life! I won't do it again!"

It was only now that everyone realized why the previous entry into the mountain was not strict.

So the real "inspection" was here!

That these dozen or so people could be instantly found among nearly a thousand, the mystical Divine Sense of the Imperial Enshrined Master was chilling.

In the light and shadow high above, Zhao Xicheng didn't even cast a glance.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, those dozen or so floating Cultivators silently turned into a dozen wisps of light smoke and vanished without a trace, leaving not even a speck of ash behind.

A single thought from a Nascent Soul Cultivator could erase Qi Refining Cultivators like wiping away dust.

The entire scene fell into a dead silence, where even a dropped needle could be heard.

The backs of many Cultivators were already soaked with cold sweat.

Only then did Zhao Xicheng's grand and indifferent voice, like a heavenly decree, truly resound:

"Legacy of clear profundity, the Earth Spirit Secret Realm, opens once every cycle.

It contains three cycles of earth spirit qi. How much you can get depends on your own ability."

Concise and comprehensive, with no extra words.

Opportunity and risk are both within.

Celestial Rain Master chimed in at the right time, his fly-whisk pointing to the deep portal at the top of the sky-reaching fire pillar, and announced loudly:

"The Formation is activated, the portal is open, and Opportunity lies ahead!

Everyone, enter the Secret Realm portal in order!"

Once the command was given, the torrent of Cultivators, who could no longer hold back, finally began to surge.

The first to move were the disciples of the Zhao Family, the Jiang Family, and the three major Golden Core Sects.

A hundred figures turned into various colored lights, orderly throwing themselves into the sky-reaching fire pillar, being guided to fly toward the Secret Realm portal above, and instantly sinking into that deep darkness, disappearing from sight.

Following that, the Foundation Establishment immortal clans such as the Wu, Lin, and Li families also activated their guiding spiritual lights one after another.

One figure after another merged into that flaming passage leading to the unknown and the trial of life and death.

Qi Xuanlin and Qi Xuantong glanced at each other. The two brothers hesitated no longer, each surging with mana.

A green and a red light enveloped their figures, and along with the surging crowd, they threw themselves toward the sky-reaching fire pillar.

In the crowd, the disguised Qi Xuanqing and Ling Qi also quietly activated their guiding spiritual lights, blending into this rushing torrent.

Chen Yin and Tu Gang hid in the crowd, their cold gazes sweeping one last time in the direction where the Qi brothers had disappeared, before they too were enveloped by their respective guiding spiritual lights and vanished within that flaming portal.

Nearly a thousand streaks of light, like moths to a flame or backward-moving meteors, threw themselves one after another into that rotating deep portal.

Above Yinlong Mountain, the fire pillar reached the sky, and the Dao rhyme rumbled... Green Cloud Mountain.

The fierce wind howled, blowing Qi Yuan's frost-white temples and wide robe sleeves.

He stood alone atop a jagged boulder, his figure upright yet exuding a vigor like wind-eroded rock.

His deep gaze was cast far toward the direction of Yinlong Mountain.

Even from such a distance, that brilliant fire pillar was vaguely visible.

Qi Qingxia stood with hands down half a step behind his grandfather. The young man's posture was upright, and his face had shed its childishness, showing a bit of handsome clarity.

He also looked at the astonishing phenomenon in the distance, his palms sweating slightly, feeling both shocked and unable to hide his worry.

After enduring repeatedly, he finally spoke softly, his voice sounding somewhat ethereal in the mountain wind:

“Grandfather... my three uncles... having gone there, when will they return?”

Qi Yuan did not answer, still gazing at that flaming portal.

After a long time, he slowly withdrew his gaze, turned around, and his old but clear eyes fell on his eldest grandson's face, the corners of his wrinkled mouth twitching slightly:

“It's only been a few days since you last saw them, and you're already missing them?”

His tone carried the slightly teasing gentleness of an elder.

Qi Qingxia's face felt slightly warm, and he lowered his eyelids to hide the complex emotions in his eyes.

Having lost his mother at a young age, and with his father Qi Xuanfeng being obsessed with martial arts and ancient texts, although they had the title of father and son, the care he received was indeed limited.

Instead, it was the main wife, Lady Li, who treated him with generosity and kindness.

Since moving to Green Cloud Mountain after his Spiritual Roots were measured at the age of eight, he had received much care and guidance from his uncles. Especially his fifth uncle Xuan Qing's steadiness and sincerity, held great weight in his heart, just like a biological father.

With the three of them going to a dangerous place together this time, how could he not be worried?