129: Chapter 129 Heaven's Dao is Pushing Us Forward

Half an hour later.

The flying boat let out a low rumble as massive Formation patterns lit up across its hull.

The flying boat broke through the clouds, transforming into a streak of light that blotted out the sky, speeding toward the far west of the Southern Wilderness.

At the edge of the deck, Su Yu leaned against the railing, watching the mountains and rivers rushing backward beneath him.

In truth, he didn't want to go at all.

A Secret Realm that only opens once every tens of thousands of years, with hundreds of Nascent Soul Stage experts fighting over scraps inside.

It sounded like an incredibly troublesome quagmire.

But some things were truly out of his control.

Su Yu recalled what had happened in his Immortal Cave over the past three days, and his mouth couldn't help but twitch slightly.

Three days ago, the moment news of the Taixu Secret Realm opening reached the Sect.

He had intended to ignore it completely.

However, that afternoon, he was sitting by the stone table drinking tea.

The purple clay tea set he had used for hundreds of years suddenly split down the middle without any warning.

The tea spilled onto the table, but instead of scattering, it gathered in an eerily precise way to form a clear arrow.

The arrow pointed firmly to the west.

Su Yu wiped the table clean right then and there, pretending he hadn't seen it.

When evening came, he was meditating in the courtyard.

A crane kept within the main peak's protective Formation flew overhead.

This crane was usually extremely docile and never shed its feathers.

Yet that night, a white feather fell straight down, embedding itself into the soil in front of him like a dart.

The tip of the feather was still pointing to the west.

Su Yu pulled out the feather and returned to his inner room.

That wasn't the end of it.

The most absurd part was when he and Mu Qingxue were performing Dual Cultivation to regulate their Qi.

The Nascent Soul true energy within his body, which was usually endless and extremely stable, actually produced a throb toward the west from time to time at the critical moment of circulating through his Meridians.

It felt as if someone were using a rope to pull his Nascent Soul, forcibly dragging him toward the west.

For three whole days, he choked on water and stumbled while walking.

Every accident and coincidence was conveying the same extremely clear message to him.

Go to the far west.

Go to the Taixu Secret Realm.

Su Yu knew this was his five thousand-plus points of Fortune acting up.

This Heaven-Defying Luck was, in essence, the bias of this incomplete Heavenly Dao toward him.

The Heavenly Dao is pushing him forward.

It meant that inside that Secret Realm, there was something he had to obtain, or something he had to do.

And this matter must involve great Karma.

"I'm used to it."

Su Yu sighed helplessly in his heart.

This feeling of being force-fed by destiny, even having his head pressed down to eat, was indeed quite exhausting.

But he had no other choice.

Since the Heavenly Dao insisted he go, he would go and see what exactly was hidden inside.

Mu Qingxue walked to his side and stood shoulder to shoulder with him.

"Yu, you seem a bit restless these past few days."

Mu Qingxue looked at the sea of clouds in the distance, her voice cold and calm.

She had been performing Dual Cultivation with Su Yu for a hundred years, so she was extremely sensitive to changes in his Qi.

"A little."

Su Yu did not deny it.

"I always feel that what is hidden in this Taixu Secret Realm might be much greater than we imagine."

Mu Qingxue did not ask further.

She only needed to stay by Su Yu's side.

Seven days passed quietly as the flying boat sped along.

When the speed of the flying boat began to slow significantly, the scene of the far west finally appeared in everyone's line of sight.

It was a vast, continuous range of gray-white mountains.

The Taixu Mountain Range.

In the sky, there were no clouds, only a massive black crack a thousand zhang long.

The spatial crack lay between heaven and earth, its edges constantly flickering with silver spatial turbulence, exuding an extremely ancient, barbaric, and deathly aura.

This was the entrance to the Taixu Secret Realm.

Below the flying boat, the originally desolate stone forest had now turned into a noisy ocean.

Hundreds of thousands of Cultivators were gathered here.

Dense streaks of light and all sorts of strange flying Magical Artifacts blotted out the sky.

There was no order whatsoever.

Because there was no limit on quotas, anyone could enter.

But the closer one was to the crack, the earlier they could enter, and the greater the probability of seizing an Opportunity.

In order to fight for these prime positions, the crowd below had already descended into chaos.

Colorful lights from Spells kept exploding in the stone forest.

Severed limbs and broken arms, accompanied by warm blood, flew wantonly in mid-air.

Every day, corpses fell to the ground like dumplings, smashing into pulp, only to be mercilessly trampled underfoot by others.

The Celestial Pivot Sect's flying boat parked arrogantly in a prime airspace closest to the crack.

The purple and gold Sect flag fluttered in the wind.

The Loose Cultivators and small-to-medium-sized Families below saw this flag and immediately, by tacit understanding, stopped fighting, sensibly clearing a large open space.

The deterrent power of the Southern Wilderness's number one Sect remained absolute.

"They haven't even entered yet, and already ten percent are dead."

Mu Qingxue watched the Cultivators below who had killed until their eyes were red, her tone devoid of any ripples.

"Men die for wealth, just as birds die for food."

Su Yu kept his hands tucked in his sleeves, his expression unchanged.

"Once they get inside, even more will die."

Half an hour later.

The Void Realm crack in mid-air emitted an extremely violent tremor.

An ancient, vast aura, like a tangible storm, surged out from the depths of the crack, completely dispersing the surrounding clouds and mist.

The Secret Realm had opened.

"Enter!"

It was unknown which Loose Cultivator below had screamed at the top of their lungs.

Hundreds of thousands of Cultivators, like a swarm of locusts that had smelled blood, completely lost their sanity, transforming into streaks of light across the sky and rushing madly toward that huge black maw.

The leading Elder of the Celestial Pivot Sect stood at the bow of the boat and waved his long sleeve.

Hundreds of elite Disciples on the flying boat turned into sword lights, charging into the crack in an orderly fashion.

Su Yu and Mu Qingxue also moved.

The two did not fly on swords; they simply followed at the end of the crowd, naturally stepping into that pitch-black crack.

The moment they passed through the crack, an extremely intense sensation of weightlessness struck.

The rule of the Taixu Secret Realm was random teleportation.

All entering Cultivators, whether they were holding hands outside or connected by a Formation, would be forcibly scattered by this ancient spatial Law and randomly cast into various corners of the Secret Realm.

The scene before their eyes was like a shattered mirror, frantically rearranging itself.

The spatial pulling force was immense, attempting to separate Su Yu and Mu Qingxue.

However.

Just at the moment this spatial Law was about to take effect.

In the spatial turbulence, a fragment of a Magic Treasure, broken by someone in the ancient era, drifted over by pure coincidence along the turbulence.

This fragment was not large, and it happened to get stuck right at the spatial node between Su Yu and Mu Qingxue.

It was like a perfect wedge, forcibly neutralizing the spatial pulling force that was trying to separate the two.

The sensation of weightlessness vanished.

Their feet touched solid ground.

Su Yu steadied himself and looked around.

Mu Qingxue was standing half a step beside him, not even a corner of her clothes disheveled.

The iron rule of random teleportation was a joke in the face of five thousand points of Fortune.

The scene around them had completely changed.

This was an ancient dense forest that never saw the sun all year round.

The trees towered into the clouds, their trunks displaying an eerie purple-black color, and the air was permeated with a faint, fishy-sweet scent.

The light was extremely dim, and the surroundings were strangely silent, without even a whisper of wind.

Mu Qingxue gripped her sword hilt, habitually spreading her Divine Sense outward.

But as soon as her Divine Sense left her body by ten zhang, it was forcibly suppressed and rebounded by the ubiquitous ancient Law surrounding them.

"My Divine Sense is being extremely suppressed."

Mu Qingxue said in a low voice, a hint of vigilance in her eyes.

"It's fine."

Su Yu did not release his Divine Sense, nor did he bring out any defensive Magic Treasure.

He just stood quietly in place, feeling the extremely clear pull of Fortune in his heart.

This pulling force had not weakened because of entering the Secret Realm; on the contrary, it had become even more distinct.

It pointed toward the deepest part of the dense forest.

"Let's go."

Su Yu chose a direction at random and stepped forward.