101: The lingering terror

Ye Ming glanced at the many Cultivators below who were still fighting over dao runes, and the corner of his mouth curled up.

While these people were fighting desperately over one or two dao runes, he had already achieved dao rune freedom.

Immediately, Ye Ming stopped paying attention to the Cultivators here, turned and left, preparing to find a place to refine the twelve thousand dao runes.

There were only twenty days left until the Secret Realm closed; he had to hurry.

After the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Ye Ming found a rugged mountain Peak. Few people came here; not only was Spirit Medicine scarce, but there were also few Yao Beasts.

It was a desolate place that passing Cultivators wouldn't even spare a glance for.

And this place was perfect for his secluded cultivation.

After finding a suitable spot, Ye Ming casually carved out an Immortal Cave, set up a few simple seventh-tier Formations, and then began refining the dao runes.

At the same time, a group of Cultivators, all at the Body Integration Peak, arrived in front of the fountain. However, they did not join the scramble, but instead looked up at the area directly above the fountain.

"Saint, your Opportunity is right above!"

A cloudy-eyed old man pointed to the location above the fountain.

"Here?"

Hearing this, the Saint standing nearby, dressed in a golden robe, looked up with some confusion, his eyes emitting a blinding light.

Yet he couldn't see anything. One must know that his eyes were the number one Spiritual Eye in the Spirit Realm, capable of seeing through others' weaknesses and spotting treasures invisible to others.

Yet now he couldn't even see a small Opportunity. Absurd!

The Saint's expression turned somewhat gloomy, and he turned to look at the old man.

The old man was startled immediately and quickly cupped his hands, saying, "Saint, don't rush. Follow me up, and you'll see!"

After the old man finished speaking, he flew up first, followed closely by the Saint and the others.

Twenty-seven Body Integration Peak Cultivators flying above the fountain quickly drew everyone's attention, and some recognized the group of twenty-seven people.

"Who are they? What are they doing up there?"

"They are people from the Tianyan Spiritual Domain Holy Land!"

"It is said that the people of this Holy Land are best at divining heavenly secrets. Opportunities, futures—they can calculate them all!"

"Hiss! So it's the most mysterious Holy Land, ranked highly among the Three Thousand Spirit Realms!"

"It seems they have found some Opportunity."

"That's not something we can covet. Let's just continue fighting for our dao runes."

...Many Cultivators by the fountain were discussing the group flying above.

Meanwhile, people from other Holy Lands just watched silently, lost in their own thoughts.

At this moment, the people from the Tianyan Holy Land had reached the location. The old man dared not hesitate, summoning a sixth-tier Magical Artifact and striking fiercely at the air!

"Open!"

Following the old man's loud shout, a distinct Spatial Rift was torn open.

Through the rift, they saw another world. However, that place was dim and desolate, and the ground had been shattered by some force, seemingly having suffered a world-ending strike!

Just as they were confused, an indescribable aura spread out from the rift.

In that instant, everyone present felt as if their hearts were being fiercely squeezed.

Suddenly, strong winds swept between heaven and earth, and boundless dark clouds appeared out of thin air. The intense oppressive feeling made the Cultivators in this area unable to resist, and they collapsed onto the ground one after another.

There is Great Terror!

This was the current thought of everyone. Not only could they not breathe, but they also felt as if they were about to die.

A large number of Body Integration Cultivators on the scene collapsed onto the ground; only a few Cultivators with deep foundations of strength could barely hold on.

"This... this is... a Mahayana Venerable..."

The old man still standing before the rift had a pale face, his body trembling constantly, and he cried out in disbelief.

But at this moment, no one paid attention to the old man's cry; they were all trying their best to resist the pressure.

Before long, the people from the Tianyan Holy Land all fell from the sky, as the powerful aura prevented them from maintaining even basic Magical Power.

Fortunately, the rift quickly disappeared, and the world soon returned to normal, as if nothing had happened.

But everyone knew that they had truly almost died just now. That terrifying oppressive feeling was a fear that they would never be able to erase from their hearts.

After an unknown amount of time, only people from various Holy Lands remained around the fountain. The other Cultivators had gone to recover from their injuries, unable to even fight for dao runes.

Many people wished they could grab the people from the Tianyan Holy Land and brutally beat them up. Damn it, searching for an Opportunity almost killed them all!

In the end, quite a few people couldn't swallow this insult and planned to demand compensation directly from their Holy Land once they left. If they didn't pay, they would be exposed!

On the other side, the people from the Tianyan Holy Land were also just starting to recover. Although the Tianyan Saint's face was pale, the rage in his eyes was uncontrollable, reaching the point of wanting to kill someone.

The old man also realized things were bad and quickly spoke up to explain.

"Saint, it's not my fault. Someone beat us to that Opportunity and took it all—and it was a Mahayana Venerable!"

Hearing the old man's words, the Saint laughed in extreme anger, "Haha, you're saying a Mahayana came to this Secret Realm to steal Opportunities from us? Don't you think that's absurd?"

"This is a Secret Realm that even a Tribulation Crossing Heavenly Venerate cannot enter. Do you think a dignified Mahayana could enter? Where the hell is your brain?"

Towards the end, the Saint directly roared at the old man, his originally handsome face becoming hysterical.

The old man wanted to explain further, but he saw the Saint wave his hand, and several people came over to restrain him.

"Saint, it's true, truly true..."

"Shut up! You nearly got us killed here. Afterwards, who knows how many people will demand compensation from the Holy Land. When the Holy Lord assigns blame, you'll have to deal with the consequences!"

The Saint roared, directly cutting off what the old man wanted to say, and then left without looking back.

Damn it, he completely lost face today. If this old man wasn't still somewhat useful to the Holy Land, he would have stabbed him with a sword long ago!

Seeing that no one believed him, the old man lowered his head, no longer offering explanations. He had miscalculated for the first time; he hadn't expected such a twist in this Secret Realm trip... After the people from the Tianyan Holy Land left, the people from the other Holy Lands looked at each other. Their faces were all exceptionally pale, and their Origin Qi felt sluggish when circulating within their bodies.

"I really thought I was going to die just now. What do you say, should we demand compensation from the Tianyan Holy Land when the Secret Realm ends?"

"I think it's feasible. No matter what, the Tianyan Holy Land must give us an explanation this time!"

"Sigh, we almost perished here just trying to grab a dao rune..."

...In a certain Immortal Cave, Ye Ming's brows twitched, and he slowly opened his eyes. He had just detected his aura outside.

"Did someone find it?"

Ye Ming muttered softly, then closed his eyes again and continued refining the dao runes.

If they found it, so be it. After all, he had already harvested everything inside that place.