170: The Underworld Secret Realm has opened!

Ten Thousand Demon City, Central Plaza.

The barren black earth here had undergone a world-shaking transformation.

A massive arena, built from the bones of billions of living beings, grew savagely from deep within the earth, rising from the ground and soaring straight into the dim sky.

Atop the arena, pitch-black Devilish Qi coiled like giant pythons, with countless vengeful souls letting out silent roars within. A killing intent that made one's Divine Soul tremble transformed into a physical gale, sweeping in all directions.

This was the legendary "Ten Thousand Bones Arena."

At the very center of the arena, a spatial rift, black as ink and seemingly capable of swallowing all light, was slowly rotating like the eye of a demon god gazing upon the Mortal realm.

On the other side of the rift, a blood-colored world was faintly visible—desolate and ruined, yet filled with a fatal temptation.

That was the great Opportunity that countless demonic cultivators of the Xuanyuan Continent dreamed of—the Yellow Springs Secret Realm!

At this moment, the entire Ten Thousand Bones Plaza had long been completely submerged by a dense, black sea of people.

A mountain of demons, a sea of devils!

Hundreds of thousands of demonic cultivators had gathered here from every corner of the Demon Domain, their eyes bloodshot and their breaths as hot as bellows, staring intently at the spatial rift with greed so thick it was almost tangible.

"The Yellow Springs Secret Realm! The legends are true!"

"The Legacy of the Yellow Springs Demon Emperor! The supreme demonic weapon, the yellow springs demonic sword! If I get even one, I'll soar to the heavens in a single step!"

"Charge! The Opportunity is right before our eyes!"

A greenhorn demonic cultivator, who looked like he had just started out, was completely blinded by greed. He roared and turned into a streak of light, recklessly rushing toward the Ten Thousand Bones Arena.

However, just as his figure approached within a hundred feet of the arena.

*Pfft!*

An invisible power of the Restriction swept past silently like a transparent scythe.

Before the demonic cultivator could even let out a scream, his entire body instantly turned into a pool of foul-smelling blood in mid-air, his Divine Soul completely extinguished.

This bloody scene was like a bucket of ice water from the Nine Nether, instantly waking up all the feverish minds in the plaza.

The crowd grew restless, subconsciously retreating as the fanaticism in their eyes was finally replaced by a sliver of cold fear.

Right then, a figure appeared out of thin air above the Ten Thousand Bones Arena.

The newcomer wore the robes of an Elder of the Nine Nether Demonic Cult. His Devilish Qi was restrained, and his cloudy old eyes swept over the crowd below from a height, his majestic voice echoing throughout the area.

"The Yellow Springs Secret Realm is the place where the Demon Emperor passed away. It is unpredictably dangerous; only Prodigies may enter."

"By order of Her Highness the Saintess and the various leaders of the Demonic Path, those who wish to enter the Secret Realm have three methods to choose from."

Everyone held their breath.

"First," the old man extended a withered finger, "the Holy Sons and Holy Maidens, Divine Sons and Dao Sons of the various immortal demonic sects and supreme demonic clans may enter directly with their tokens."

As soon as he finished speaking, several groups of people with powerful auras stepped out from the crowd.

The Demon Son of the Netherworld Hall, Li Jiuyou, shouldering his giant axe that was wider than a door panel, casually tossed a Netherworld Token to the guards and swaggered up.

The Saint of the Blood River Sect, Xue Wuya, had a face as gloomy as a corpse just pulled out of a blood pool. Having almost been crippled by Liu Ruyan's finger last time, he now followed behind his father, the Blood River Old Ancestor, like a mistreated little daughter-in-law.

The White Bone Daoist, Corpse Thousand Bones, was still that same jade-white skeleton.

Only today, he was holding a skeleton "doll" made of the same material in his arms. The doll was even wearing a brand-new pink lace princess dress, with a cute bow tied on the hem.

When he passed by, the surrounding demonic cultivators looked at him with eyes even more terrified than when they looked at the Yellow Springs Secret Realm.

These top Prodigies of the Demonic Path, under the watchful eyes of the multitude, passed the verification one by one and disappeared into the spatial rift.

"Second," the Elder's voice rang out again, carrying a hint of coldness, "those without tokens who wish to enter must pay one billion High-Grade Spirit Stones as 'passage money'."

"What?! One billion?!"

"Why don't you just rob us! All my belongings combined aren't even ten thousand!"

The crowd below instantly erupted into a commotion.

The Elder turned a deaf ear and said coldly, "Opportunities have never been cheap. If you can't afford it, choose the third path."

"Third, brave the 'Ten Thousand Demons Heart-Refining' Grand Array! Anyone who can pass through this array, regardless of their background, may enter for free!"

"But I must warn you, this array is a death trap. Those who step in leave their life and death to fate!"

After saying this, the Elder's figure vanished without a trace.

The plaza fell into a dead silence, the faces of all the Loose Cultivators filled with struggle and resentment.

Just then, a lazy, somewhat cynical voice drifted over.

"Hey, I say, isn't it hot with so many people squeezed in here?"

Everyone looked toward the source of the sound.

There, they saw a Young Master in clothes as white as snow, so handsome he didn't seem Mortal, swaggering over while holding the hand of a masked woman with a cold and transcendent aura.

It was Su Chen's group.

[Yo, isn't this the classic scene of a game opening a new dungeon?]

[VIP players take the exclusive channel, pay-to-win players pay their way in, and F2P players grind with their lives. This trope hasn't had any innovation for tens of thousands of years.]

"It's that man! The man who made the Saintess of the Joyful Union Sect, Hua Yingxue, cough up blood from anger at the Myriad Bone Soul-Melting Den!"

"Who is that ice beauty beside him? She's so alluring!"

"They've come to brave the Yellow Springs Secret Realm too? I wonder which path they'll choose?"

Under everyone's gaze, Su Chen pulled Ling Qingzhu along, with Spring Flower and Autumn Moon following behind, and walked straight toward the entrance of the Ten Thousand Bones Arena.

He didn't stop at the payment counter, nor did he spare a single glance at the "Ten Thousand Demons Heart-Refining" Grand Array.

He just... walked straight ahead without looking sideways.

Being pulled by him, Ling Qingzhu felt the countless gazes around her, yet her heart was filled with peace.

[He ignores those so-called rules because, in his eyes, these rules are meant for the weak. He is using his actions to tell me that the truly strong are the rules themselves.]

The two Nine Nether Demonic Cult guards at the entrance were both in the Saint King Realm. Seeing Su Chen approach, they subconsciously reached out to stop him.

"Stop! To enter the Secret Realm, you must..."

Before they could finish their sentence.

A terrifying, invisible pressure that froze even their Divine Souls flashed past from the two "maidservants" behind Su Chen.

Those two Saint King Realm guards instantly turned pale, their bodies stiffening, unable to utter another word.

They felt as if they had just been stared at by two supreme gods or demons from the primordial era.

If they dared to say another word, they would be utterly destroyed in the next second!