176: My name is Zhen Wudi

Su Yaoyao's fingers searched the corpse of the black-robed man, which was still warm.

Soon, she pulled out a secret treasure that felt cold to the touch yet radiated an immortal aura.

Upon the secret treasure was the pure immortal light unique to the Immortal Palace, intertwined with a faint wisp of dark Devilish Qi.

"Interesting."

The corners of Su Yaoyao's mouth curled up, a look of cunning flashing in her eyes.

She activated a secret technique, and her form and appearance began to change.

In the blink of an eye, she transformed into the likeness of the black-robed man, even mimicking his aura to perfection.

She wore the secret treasure on her person; that mixed aura became her best disguise.

Having finished this, she stood in place composedly, waiting quietly.

Before long.

A streak of light flashed across the sky, and a Quasi-Emperor expert wearing the robes of the Immortal Palace descended upon the scene.

He frowned slightly upon seeing the corpse on the ground, his gaze then falling upon the "black-robed" Su Yaoyao.

"Is the matter settled?"

The Quasi-Emperor's tone carried scrutiny and suspicion.

Su Yaoyao mimicked the black-robed man's raspy voice and nodded.

"Mm."

The Quasi-Emperor was still uneasy, his Divine Thought sweeping over her. When he sensed the dark immortal Devilish Qi radiating from the secret treasure on Su Yaoyao, his final doubts vanished.

"Very good."

The Quasi-Emperor smiled with satisfaction, his attitude becoming a bit more respectful.

"Lord, please follow me. The Palace Master has been waiting at the camp for a long time."

Su Yaoyao sneered inwardly but kept a straight face, following the Quasi-Emperor toward the Immortal Palace's camp.

"Hehe, a bunch of idiots."

"The Immortal Palace must be secretly plotting some shady business."

She rejoiced secretly in her heart.

"If I can uncover this conspiracy and achieve a great merit, Father definitely won't blame me for sneaking out."

Thinking of this, her eyes rolled as she came up with another plan.

"By the way."

She suddenly spoke, her voice raspy.

"My name is Truly Invincible."

Truly Invincible?

Hearing this, the Immortal Palace Quasi-Emperor was startled, nearly stumbling.

What an overbearing name!

He peeked at Su Yaoyao; seeing her acting as if it were only natural, he became even more certain.

This person's status in the Immortal Great World must be extraordinary!

The look of respect on his face deepened, even carrying a hint of fawning and flattery.

"So it is Lord Wudi. Please excuse my lack of manners."

"Rest assured, Lord. If this plan succeeds, the Palace Master will surely credit you with the primary merit."

He calculated in his mind that he must build a good relationship with this 'Lord Truly Invincible'. In the future, he might be able to use this to climb to the high branches of the Immortal Great World.

Within the endless Void Realm.

A gaze swept over the Immortal Palace camp below, which was shrouded in immortal light.

Su Xuanchen's figure appeared faintly.

His gaze paused for a moment on the purple-clad young girl using the alias 'Truly Invincible'.

Then, he shook his head and withdrew his gaze, not taking any action.

Very well.

Let this girl go out and venture on her own.

At that moment.

"Dong—!!!"

An ancient, desolate bell toll rang out from the deepest part of the Hun Kun Academy, spreading in all directions!

That bell sound seemed to span across eternal ages, containing the ultimate principles of the Dao, causing the minds of all who heard it to tremble.

"It's the Kunpeng Secret Realm!"

"It's about to open!"

Instantly, all the Prodigies gathered here, whether they were meditating or testing one another, looked up in unison, their eyes filled with fervor.

It's here!

This peerless Legacy, sufficient to move even an Immortal King, was finally about to emerge!

"Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!"

Countless figures soared into the sky, converging toward the direction of the bell sound.

On the central plaza of the Hun Kun Academy, an ancient stone platform rose from the ground.

The Academy's Headmaster, a Quasi-Emperor expert with an aura as deep as the sea, slowly ascended the high platform.

He looked around and bowed with cupped hands toward the experts who had come from various heavenly realms.

"Fellow Daoists, you have come from afar; please excuse our lack of a proper welcome."

Though the Headmaster's voice was soft, it clearly reached everyone's ears.

"Today, the opening of the Kunpeng Legacy is a grand event for our Xuanhuang Great World."

"But let me speak plainly first."

His tone shifted, and his expression became serious.

"Within the Secret Realm, Opportunity and peril coexist; everything depends on one's own ability."

"If any Prodigy unfortunately falls within, it has nothing to do with my Hun Kun Academy, and the powers behind them shall not seek trouble!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere in the field froze.

Many Cultivators with weaker strength, who only wanted to try their luck, already began to retreat.

The Headmaster ignored the crowd's reaction and continued:

"When the Kunpeng Nest opens, Yin and Yang Qi will leak out."

"At that time, the True Spirits slain by the Kunpeng during the Primordial Era will manifest using the Yin and Yang Qi."

"Although these True Spirits have no consciousness and are merely imprints of the Kunpeng's power, they have become the Dao Protectors of the Legacy."

He paused, his voice lowering a bit, filled with gravity.

"The weakest of these True Spirits possesses the strength of a True Immortal!"

"To enter the Nest, we must work together to first suppress these guardian True Spirits."

"If anyone tries to forcibly break into the Nest, they will be targeted by all the True Spirits collectively. At that time, do not blame me for not warning you!"

True Immortal strength!

These words doused the fervor in most people's hearts.

Many Prodigies looked ashen, completely giving up on the idea of competing.

However, some Prodigies of extraordinary background who were extremely confident in their own strength felt their Battle Intent grow even stronger, eager to try.

The Headmaster, having expected this reaction, continued to announce:

"One last point."

"The Kunpeng Legacy only accepts Prodigies under a hundred years of age."

"Those over the age limit, do not seek your own ruin."

The voice fell.

A chorus of sighs rang out in the field.

Many older experts who considered themselves powerful and wanted to get a share of the spoils beat their chests and stamped their feet in regret.

Some Emperor-level powers with insufficient foundation immediately sent transmissions to warn their clan's juniors.

"Seek only Opportunity, do not fight for the Treasure Art; survival is paramount!"

While other powers unwilling to become mere foils gave death orders.

"At all costs, fight to the death!"

"If we can obtain the Kunpeng Treasure Art, our clan will have the capital to compete with the Prodigies of the Immortal Race!"

Even the various Great Emperors and True Immortals sitting among the clouds, responsible for leading their teams, could not hide the longing in their eyes.

An Immortal King Legacy!

If they could glimpse even a few mysteries from it, it might allow their cultivation, which had been stagnant for countless ages, to take another step forward!