894: Chapter 895 The First Signs of Murder

Xiao Ruobai and the other four were mixed in among the ordinary Inner Sect Disciples in the middle circle, their expressions indifferent.

They had completely concealed their Auras, neither ostentatious nor deliberate, and showing no signs of timidity.

Occasionally, people around them would glance at them, their gazes filled only with faint indifference, as if looking at a few insignificant specks of dust.

When some even squeezed past them, they couldn't be bothered to spare them a single glance.

Five nameless nobodies at the First Stage of Heaven-Reaching, in such an occasion, were truly too inconspicuous.

On one side of the crowd, the Xuanwu Peak contingent occupied a large area near the stone gate.

Xuanwu Peak was one of the five main peaks, with thousands of Disciples and a mighty Aura.

Disciples from other surrounding peaks consciously kept their distance from them.

Within the ranks, Zhao Kun stood there, his face twisted in a gloomy expression, his eyes blood-red, staring fixedly at the five of them, hatred surging ceaselessly in his chest.

The scene of being publicly humiliated and losing all face at the Huangyun Market remained vivid in his mind.

He remembered this humiliation day and night, waiting only for the Secret Realm, to watch the five of them be buried in a place of death and wash away his shame.

Meanwhile, Zhao Qian stood at the very front of the Xuanwu Peak contingent, hands behind his back, never once glancing at Xiao Ruobai and the others from beginning to end.

Yet, the faint, lingering Aura around him was like an invisible mountain.

It pressed down so heavily that the Disciples within several zhang of him could hardly catch their breath.

Late Stage of the Ninth Heaven-Reaching Stage.

In Xuanwu Peak, he was the second-ranked person, second only to the Chief True Disciple Mo Wuyan.

Looking at the millions of Disciples in the entire Tianyuan Sect, there were only a handful who could contend with him.

An existence of this level naturally would not take a newcomer at the First Stage of Heaven-Reaching seriously.

But everyone in Xuanwu Peak knew that just because he didn't look at Xiao Ruobai, it didn't mean he would let Xiao Ruobai off.

On the high platform in the distance, the Peak Masters of each peak took their seats in order.

Sect Master Liu Zhenshan stood quietly with his hands behind his back, his figure towering, carrying the majestic air of a great Sect Master.

Beside him, Liu Qingyao stood quietly in the wind, her sleeves fluttering gently, her gaze piercing through the layers of the crowd, consistently resting faintly upon the five figures below.

Xiao Ruobai seemed to sense something and looked toward the source of the gaze; this daughter of the Sect Master was indeed as renowned as they said.

She appeared cold and peaceful, but the faint, lingering Aura around her was something even he couldn't quite see through.

Before long, a low rumble came from mid-air.

Hum—

The thousands of runes on the bronze stone gate suddenly lit up, and a brilliant curtain of light poured down, enveloping the entire mountain gate.

An ancient and vast Aura of space swept through the valley, and the Spiritual Qi between heaven and earth suddenly became agitated.

The Myriad Phenomenon Secret Realm opened on schedule.

Without any extra announcements, the Disciples of the various peaks near the mountain gate were the first to move, the flow of people surging toward the light curtain like a tide.

Core Disciples, Inner Sect Disciples, and the Prodigies of each peak entered the venue one after another, their figures disappearing into the brilliant white light in succession.

The Disciples of Xuanwu Peak were the first to move. Zhao Qian walked with a calm gait, leading a group of Core True Disciples to step into the Secret Realm first, his figure vanishing in an instant.

In the valley packed with people, the flow of people continuously moved and surged in.

The clamor gradually faded away, and as a large number of Disciples entered, the entire venue visibly became empty.

Xiao Ruobai watched as the flow of people in front thinned out, his gaze slightly fixed.

"Let's go."

With those words, he no longer hesitated and stepped forward first.

Leading Fang Hanyu, Mo Yu, Dong Li, and Wang Xiaopang, he stepped steadily into the light curtain, and the five tall figures were instantly swallowed by the white light.

On the high platform, Liu Qingyao watched with her own eyes as the five figures completely disappeared into the entrance of the Secret Realm.

Her brows furrowed imperceptibly, and she whispered softly:

"In the end, they were still determined to enter the Secret Realm."

Sect Master Liu Zhenshan turned his head slightly and asked calmly, "Why the sigh?"

Liu Qingyao's gaze darkened slightly, and she replied truthfully:

"Father, those five youths are the ones you previously mentioned.

Regarding the Huangyun Market incident, they humiliated the direct descendant of the Zhao family, Zhao Kun, and have already formed a deadly feud.

Zhao Kun is narrow-minded and vengeful; now that the Secret Realm has opened, he will surely take the opportunity to set a trap and intercept and kill them in secret.

A few days ago, I sent Xiao He to deliver a secret message, warning them to consider carefully and delay entering the game, but I didn't expect them to not back down at all."

Upon hearing this, Sect Master Liu Zhenshan scanned the empty valley below with a calm gaze, his eyes showing no ripples.

"Let them be. The path of cultivation is inherently filled with storms and dangers at every step."

He had his own thoughts; those five youths were the Disciples of the Honorable One, and they were certainly not something that mere Zhao family Disciples could easily shake.

However, one must always be prepared for any eventuality.

Shifting his gaze slightly, he looked at his daughter beside him, his tone casual yet hiding deep meaning:

"Liu Qingyao, you should also go in and take a look.

Your cultivation has just stabilized, and ancient ruins still exist deep within the Secret Realm; perhaps there is an opportunity suitable for you."

Liu Qingyao nodded gently, "Very well."

By this time, the valley was already deserted; the vast majority of Disciples had all entered, leaving only a few trailing Disciples still stepping into the light curtain.

Liu Qingyao tapped the high platform lightly with her figure, her white robes riding the wind as she swept down, her posture light and elegant, landing silently at the entrance of the Secret Realm.

Her expression was cold and indifferent, unhurried, as she took the final step, entering the brilliant light curtain, her white-clad figure completely dissolving into the light of the Secret Realm.

The world spun, and space trembled incessantly.

The moment they stepped into the brilliant light curtain of the bronze stone gate, a tyrannical and overbearing force of spatial tearing swept over their entire bodies.

Even for those who had already prepared themselves mentally, it was inevitable that their minds would waver and the Spiritual Qi within their bodies would become slightly stagnant.

The Myriad Phenomenon Secret Realm has been passed down for thousands of years, and the spatial teleportation that occurs each time it opens has no fixed trajectory.

The ten thousand Tianyuan Sect Disciples from the outside were forcibly separated and thrown by the chaotic spatial turbulence, scattered all over the mountains and rivers of the Secret Realm.

White light surged, and light and shadow shifted.

Within a few short breaths, the blinding light that had enveloped them suddenly faded, and the chaotic spatial force slowly calmed down.

Xiao Ruobai landed steadily on his feet, the ground beneath him consisting of thick and ancient dark green broken rocks.

The rock surface was covered with mottled cracks from the passage of time, and weathered remnants of ancient runes could be seen everywhere, exuding an Aura of desolation that had been silent for ten thousand years.

Raising his eyes to look, everything in sight was filled with rolling, abandoned ancient ruins.

The foundations of collapsed palaces were buried deep in the weeds, broken jade pillars stood askew, vines were wrapped around ancient stones, and the Spiritual Qi was mixed with a faint Aura of time-sealed dust.

It permeated the entire heaven and earth. In the distance, clouds and mist swirled, obscuring the heavy mountains and overlapping ridges, and the edge of the Secret Realm could not be seen at all.

Xiao Ruobai withdrew his gaze, identified a direction, moved his figure, and swept toward the area where the Spiritual Qi fluctuations were most intense.

Meanwhile, in another corner of the Secret Realm.

Deep within the poisonous fog swamp.

Mo Yu stepped on the damp, soft humus soil, having just broken the array eye of an ancient array, and was about to pick a seven-leaf fire lotus that was tens of thousands of years old.

Suddenly, a burst of hurried footsteps came from behind.

He turned his head to look, and a young man wearing the attire of a Core Disciple of Xuanwu Peak stepped quickly out of the mist.

The man stared at the fire lotus at first glance, his eyes filled with intense greed.

When he saw Mo Yu clearly, he was stunned for a moment, then recognized him, and the expression on his face slowly changed from greed to surprise.

"Heaven is truly helping me."

He grinned, and Spiritual Qi condensed in his palm.

"Senior Brother Zhao Qian said that whoever can take down any one of the five of you can become his follower.

I didn't expect my luck to be so good, to run into you as soon as I came in."

In his view, a newcomer at the First Stage of Heaven-Reaching could be crushed to death with a wave of his hand.

Thinking of this, the Spiritual Qi around his body surged violently, and his killing intent was undisguised.