130: Chapter 130 The Great Array Sealing the Entire Southern Wilderness!

At the same time, throughout this vast and boundless Ancient Secret Realm, cruel slaughter and death were constantly unfolding.

Several hundred miles away from Su Yu and his companion, in a black swamp named "Soul-Severing Valley".

Three Golden Core Early Stage Cultivators had just landed, and before they could even survey their surroundings.

An extremely sharp screech suddenly erupted from beneath the swamp.

The mud churned, and dozens of jet-black, bucket-thick strange snakes with human faces lunged out.

"It is an ancient variant, the Human-Faced Ghost Snake!"

The three Golden Core Cultivators' expressions changed drastically, and they immediately summoned their Magic Treasures to prepare for battle.

But this was only the beginning of their death knell.

The moment their mana fluctuated, they directly triggered an ancient trapping and killing Formation hidden deep within the mire.

"Hum—!"

Countless dark red Yin lightning bolts struck down from the Formation patterns.

There were no screams.

There was not even the slightest room for resistance.

The three Golden Core Cultivators, who could summon wind and rain in the outside world, along with those Human-Faced Ghost Snakes.

In just a few breaths, they were shredded into a sky full of blood mist by the Yin lightning, completely merging into that black swamp.

In front of another abandoned, massive palace.

Two Old Ancestors from profound Hidden Families were fighting fiercely over a 100,000-year-old Spirit Plant on the outskirts of the palace.

One of them killed their opponent at the cost of being heavily injured, and just as they were about to step forward to harvest the Spirit Plant with a face full of wild joy.

The soil at the roots of the Spirit Plant suddenly exploded, spraying out a colorless and odorless deadly miasma.

The heavily injured Golden Core Old Ancestor didn't even have time to raise their protective true essence, and their Physical Body was corroded away within a few breaths, turning into a withered skeleton.

It was not just these ordinary Cultivators and Hidden Family Old Monsters.

Even the profound Saints and Saintesses of the Celestial Pivot Sect found it difficult to move in this forbidden land that opened only once every 40,000 years.

Inside a broken Sword Tomb on the east side of the Secret Realm.

The First Saint, Gu Chen, who had just entered the Nascent Soul Stage, was half-kneeling in the rubble, coughing up mouthfuls of blood.

In front of him lay the headless corpse of a Nascent Soul Stage Yao Beast, as well as a Loose Cultivator who had perished together with it.

In order to fight for a piece of "Taibai Sword Marrow" at the center of the Sword Tomb.

His pride-and-joy Primordial Battle Body had been torn with several gashes deep enough to see bone, and three of his life-saving top-tier Magic Treasures had all been destroyed.

He didn't even have time to adjust his breathing; he could only hurriedly stash the Sword Marrow into his Storage Pouch and drag his heavily injured, broken body in a panic into the shadows.

Because at the edge of his Divine Sense, two cold Nascent Soul Middle Stage auras were already rapidly approaching, following the scent of blood.

Meanwhile, in another underground cave, the Third Saint, Li Poyun, had just landed when he fell directly into the dead gate of an ancient illusion Formation.

He was tortured by the Vicious Beasts in the illusion to the point where his Dao Heart was nearly shattered, unable to even distinguish north from south.

And in a misty forest several thousand miles away.

The Second Saintess, Ye Ru, was alone, struggling to hold on under the siege of over a dozen red-eyed, older-generation Golden Core Cultivators.

The once high-and-mighty Sect Prodigy now had tattered robes and her true essence was nearly exhausted.

In the Taixu Secret Realm, the Celestial Pivot Sect's reputation had become a worthless piece of paper.

Those desperate outlaws whose lifespans were coming to an end and who only sought a final chance had no awe in their eyes, only the rich assets carried by these Immortal Sect Disciples.

This Secret Realm, which had not opened for 40,000 years, used the most ruthless Laws to show all intruders what it meant to have danger at every step.

But these dangers seemed to completely avoid the area where Su Yu was located.

Su Yu walked through the dense forest with steady steps.

When he passed by a Purple Blood-Sinking Wood tree that was two people thick, a ferociously savage Golden Core Peak Stage Bloodthirsty Yao Spider was originally lurking inside the trunk.

This Yao Beast was preparing to launch a sudden attack while Su Yu had his back to it.

However, the very moment the Yao Spider was about to exert its force.

Its sharp limbs accidentally pierced a long-decayed ancient Restriction node inside the trunk.

With a muffled "pfft" sound.

A trace of annihilation power remaining in the Restriction surged back, directly shattering the internal organs of that Bloodthirsty Yao Spider into pulp.

It couldn't even make a sound before dying inside the trunk.

Su Yu stopped, turned around, and walked to the tree trunk.

He formed his fingers into a blade and casually sliced open the decayed wood.

From beside the Yao Spider's corpse, he took out a piece of "Purple Blood Wood Marrow" radiating pure Spiritual Qi and casually placed it into his Storage Pouch.

"This wood marrow is actually a decent auxiliary material for refining Spirit Gathering Pills."

Su Yu commented in a flat tone.

Mu Qingxue followed behind, watching this scene, and was already used to it.

They walked forward for another half an hour.

A steep stone cliff appeared ahead, and beneath the cliff was a dried-up deep pool.

In the center of the pool bottom grew a Spirit Plant that was crystal clear throughout, bearing three silver fruits.

Taixu Soul-Returning Fruit.

A top-tier Spirit Medicine capable of reshaping a Cultivator's damaged Divine Soul.

If this item were placed in an outside auction house, it would be enough to make those Nascent Soul Late Stage Old Monsters with damaged Divine Souls go bankrupt just to compete for it.

However, surrounding this Spirit Plant were densely packed ancient killing Formation patterns, like a spider web.

As soon as the slightest mana fluctuation not belonging to this world touched it, the Formation would instantly erupt with the power to shred a Nascent Soul.

Su Yu walked to the edge of the deep pool without rushing down.

He looked up at the protruding rock wall above the deep pool.

"Crack."

After weathering for 40,000 years, that rock wall happened to break at this exact moment.

A boulder weighing a thousand catties crashed down, landing squarely on the eye of the killing Formation.

The killing Formation's patterns flashed violently a few times, emitting a harsh grinding sound.

Then, it extinguished completely.

The boulder rolled to the side, and the Taixu Soul-Returning Fruit was exposed to the air, completely unscathed.

Su Yu walked down with a normal expression, picked the three silver fruits, and placed them into a jade box.

This journey had been like shopping in his own backyard.

Whatever ancient killing Formations or otherworldly Vicious Beasts existed, under the crushing weight of absolute Fortune, they all turned into gift-bearing boys and automatically disarming mechanisms.

Time flew by amidst the uneventful gathering of goods.

Half a month later.

Su Yu and Mu Qingxue finally walked out of the dense forest and arrived at the deepest part of the Taixu Secret Realm.

The core area.

The scene here was completely different from the outskirts.

There were no exotic flowers or plants, nor were there dense forests.

Before them was an extremely eerie and desolate landscape of ruined walls and broken pillars.

Massive black stone pillars lay toppled on the ground in disarray, each one covered with ancient Formation patterns that were complex to the extreme.

The sky appeared a sickly dark red, with no sun and no clouds.

A feeling of extremely heavy oppression permeated the air.

This sense of oppression did not come from some powerful Yao Beast, but from this space itself.

It was as if every inch of air here was rejecting the entry of outsiders.

This was the absolute forbidden zone of the entire Taixu Secret Realm.

Over these 40,000 years, very few Cultivators had been able to walk here alive.

Even if they did, most had died in those densely packed ancient killing Formations on the outskirts.

At this moment.

On the edge of these ruins stood seven or eight blood-covered Nascent Soul Stage Cultivators.

They were Old Monsters from several top Sects and Hidden Families of the Southern Wilderness Cultivation World.

To reach this place, they had paid an extremely tragic price.

Their original group of dozens, along with the elite Disciples they had brought in, now consisted of only these few remaining people.

Their defensive Magic Treasures had shattered one after another, and the life-saving Medicinal Pills in their Storage Pouches were nearly running out.

"This is the core of the Taixu Secret Realm."

A Nascent Soul Late Stage great Cultivator wearing a black Daoist robe panted heavily while staring fixedly ahead.

He was missing his left arm, and the flesh at the severed point was a strange charred black, clearly injured by some extremely tyrannical Formation.

"Ancient records state that this place hides the greatest secret of this world."

"As long as we can get in..."

He hadn't finished his sentence.

A very steady sound of footsteps suddenly came from behind.

The seven or eight Nascent Soul Old Monsters, like startled birds, turned around abruptly and all summoned the broken Magical Artifacts in their hands.

They had been tortured in this Secret Realm to the point of being paranoid, thinking that some terrifying ancient Vicious Beast had chased them down.

But when they saw who it was, everyone was stunned.

A man and a woman walked out of the thick fog.

The man wore a clean green shirt, without a single wrinkle.

The woman wore a moon-white long dress, her temperament cold and aloof, holding an unsheathed Flying Sword in her hand.

Both emitted Nascent Soul Early Stage mana fluctuations.

Su Yu and Mu Qingxue.

Their state was simply two extremes compared to the blood-soaked, disheveled Nascent Soul Old Monsters present.

There was not a trace of having fought on them.

Their auras were steady, their true essence abundant.

Even their shoes weren't stained with much mud.

It was as if they had just finished a meal and were out for a stroll, happening to walk here along the way.

"Celestial Pivot Sect... Fifth Saint Son?"

The one-armed, black-robed Nascent Soul great Cultivator recognized Su Yu, his eyes nearly popping out.

He was also a prominent powerful figure in the Southern Wilderness Cultivation World and naturally knew the name of this Heaven-Defying Saint Son of the Celestial Pivot Sect.

But what he couldn't understand was.

They, this group of Nascent Soul Old Monsters, had gone through nine deaths and one life, stepping over the corpses of their companions to barely make it here.

How could this Su Yu walk in completely unscathed?!

Were the ancient killing Formations in this Secret Realm immune to him?!

Su Yu ignored the horrified gazes of these people.

He didn't even glance at them.

He walked to the edge of the ruins and stopped.

His gaze passed over the toppled stone pillars and looked toward the very center of the ruins.

There, there was an extremely ancient circular altar.

In the center of the altar hovered a broken gray stone tablet.

There were no words on the stone tablet.

Only an extremely hideous crack, as if it had been forcefully torn apart by some terrifying power.

This was it.

Su Yu did not painstakingly examine the stone tablet, nor did he try to comprehend the obscure ancient Formation patterns on the surrounding collapsed stone pillars.

With his mere 38 points of Comprehension Ability in this lifetime, he wouldn't have been able to make sense of anything anyway.

But under the mysterious resonance of the Heavenly Dao Fortune.

There was no need for him to painstakingly deduce anything; a flash of intuition, like parting the clouds to see the sun, directly shoved the answer into his mind.

Just ten breaths later.

Su Yu's pupils contracted sharply.

On that face which had remained as calm as water for two hundred years, a look of extreme shock appeared for the first time.

With the guidance of Fortune and the subtle intuition in his mind, he finally understood the truth of this Taixu Secret Realm.

And he also understood the truth of this world.

"This is not some ancient Sect ruin at all."

Su Yu stared fixedly at the broken stone tablet and spoke a sentence very slowly in his heart.

"This is a... Seal Formation."

"A Formation used to Seal the entire Southern Wilderness Cultivation World!"

The clues in his mind connected completely at this moment.

In his fourth life, he was born into that world completely polluted by Devilish Qi, where Mortals were like pigs and sheep raised in captivity.

He sacrificed himself to the Dao, igniting the Power Of Will of billions of living beings, only then managing to slay the projection of the Void Refining Devil that had descended.

And now, he stood in this Southern Wilderness Cultivation World.

These two seemingly unrelated worlds were, in fact, the same world from the very beginning!

It was just that they had been divided into different layers.

And what separated them was the World Barrier!