135: Chapter 135 Leaving the Secret Realm

Wu Li examined it back and forth for a moment, but due to the disturbances outside, he did not look at it for long and first stored it away in his Stomach Storage.

Then, Wu Li stood up and looked outward.

Gray-white mist was surging, light pillars were flickering, and the cracks in the ground were becoming larger and larger.

Space began to twist, and cracks appeared everywhere. Some cracks were wide enough to fit an arm, and inside, they were pitch black, with their depth impossible to discern.

"This is... is the entrance about to close?"

Wu Li's blood-red pupils contracted slightly. He had no time to check on the halberd, so he used the power of his Blood Pupil to sense the Blood Seal Pagoda inside Zhang Huaiyuan's body.

A moment later.

Wu Li locked onto their location, spread his wings, and flew in that direction.

He flew for about half an hour.

A dilapidated palace appeared ahead.

The Iron-Backed Bear King and the Rift-Wind Wolf King were squatting on the steps in front of the palace. Zhang Huaiyuan stood beside them, clutching a handful of Storage Rings and Storage Pouches, with a fawning smile on his face.

Seeing Wu Li fly over, the eyes of the three lit up simultaneously.

"Little Brother, you've finally returned!"

The Iron-Backed Bear King stood up, "The Secret Realm seems to be closing! A huge opening has cracked in the sky. If we don't get out now, we'll be trapped here!"

The Rift-Wind Wolf King licked his lips, his eerie green eyes fixed on the massive crack in the sky, a flash of urgency in his gaze.

"I wonder when this Secret Realm will open again after it closes."

Wu Li nodded.

His blood-red pupils swept over Zhang Huaiyuan.

Zhang Huaiyuan hurriedly stepped forward and handed over the Storage Rings and Storage Pouches in his hands, his voice respectful: "Master, I have filled a total of thirty-five Storage Rings and twenty-six Storage Pouches. Not a single drop of spiritual liquid was wasted."

Wu Li took the Storage Rings and Storage Pouches and stored them in his Stomach Storage. His voice was hoarse and flat.

"That will do. Let's go!"

...

Outside. Mass Grave.

The night wind howled, and gray-black Death Qi surged slowly under the moonlight.

The Formation was still operating, the Five Elements flags snapping in the wind, and the five-colored light barrier still shrouded the cracked ground, but its radiance had dimmed significantly.

Grand Elder Xuanfengzi leaned on the xuantian mirror, sitting cross-legged at the edge of the Formation. His eyes were half-open and half-closed, his breath steady, but his spiritual sense remained locked onto the crack.

Lady Hua stood on a boulder, her pale green dress fluttering slightly in the night wind. Her bare feet pressed against the bluestone, and her gaze remained fixed on the crack, her vigilance never wavering.

Suddenly, the Formation jolted violently, the five-colored light barrier trembled intensely, and a dense wave of spiritual power surged out from the crack.

Grand Elder Xuanfengzi snapped his eyes open, and Lady Hua focused her gaze. Both stood up simultaneously, their eyes fixed intently on the crack.

"Whoosh~"

"Hummm~"

Rays of light flew out from the crack, landing on the open ground of the Mass Grave.

The light dispersed, revealing one disheveled figure after another.

On the Yao Race side, Wu Li appeared first, followed immediately by the Iron-Backed Bear King, whose massive body tumbled out of the light, crashing onto the ground and kicking up a cloud of dust. He seemed to be in good spirits.

The Rift-Wind Wolf King followed closely behind, and the Azure-Horned Deer King also walked out from the light. His aura was a bit weaker, clearly having suffered injuries. Several deer Yao followed behind the Deer King, all injured but still alive.

On the Human Race side, Inner Sect Elder Han Song led the Xuanyi Sect Disciples out from the light. His face was pale, but his eyes were filled with relief and excitement.

Although they had been driven away like dogs by the Heavenly Sword Sect and the Luoxia Sect, their gains were ultimately quite good.

Only one Disciple from the Heavenly Sword Sect walked out from the light.

The Luoxia Sect fared even worse; only one person made it out alive—a young female Cultivator. Her robes were tattered, she was covered in blood, and her eyes were hollow, as if her soul had been extracted. She stood blankly on the spot, unmoving.

The Qingyun Sect had the best survival rate among the Human Race; over a dozen Disciples made it out alive, all injured but in relatively good spirits. Li Tai walked in the lead, twisting his beard, his expression unreadable.

Subsequently, Tiger Biao dashed out from the light, followed by Hei Yu leading Bai Chi, Heida, Heier, and Heisan, who flew out from the light.

As time passed, the points of light became fewer, and the crack grew smaller.

Lady Hua swept her gaze across the Yao Race, and her brow furrowed slightly. The Green-Scaled Python and the Centipede Yao had not come out either.

As the crack closed completely, Grand Elder Xuanfengzi swept his gaze across the Human Race, and his expression changed. Granny Bixia and Ding Yuan had not come out.

Just then, two figures flew in from the night sky behind them, moving with astonishing speed. In the blink of an eye, they landed on the open ground of the Mass Grave.

The golden light dissipated, revealing two white-haired Elders.

One was dressed in a cyan-gray robe with a small silver sword embroidered on the hem; he was the Golden Core Elder of the Heavenly Sword Sect, surnamed Zhou, named Yuanshan. He was at the second level of the Golden Core stage, with a gaunt face and eyes as sharp as a hawk's.

The other was dressed in a gray-white robe with a blooming Luoxia flower embroidered on the hem; this was the Golden Core Elder of the Luoxia Sect, named Liu Huan, at the first level of the Golden Core stage.

Gold Core Elder Zhou Yuanshan swept his gaze over the battered survivors, and his expression darkened instantly. He released his second-level Golden Core aura without reservation, pressing down on the Human Race Cultivators present, making their faces turn pale and their legs tremble.

"What is going on? Where are the Disciples of my sect?"

Gold Core Elder Liu Huan did not speak. She swept her gaze across the crowd, a hint of coldness flashing in her cloudy old eyes. Her gaze landed on the young female Cultivator, then shifted away to the empty ground, her expression growing increasingly ugly.

She spoke, her voice hoarse and deep, as if squeezed from the depths of her throat. "Where is Granny Bixia?"

No one answered. Because the Heavenly Sword Sect Disciple had been teleported far away, he did not know what had happened either.

The young female Cultivator from the Luoxia Sect had hollow eyes; as if she hadn't heard Gold Core Elder Liu Huan's words, she stood blankly on the spot, unmoving.

The Xuanyi Sect Disciples also lowered their heads, not daring to let out a breath.

Inner Sect Elder Han Song's expression changed repeatedly, his gaze sweeping across the crowd, then sweeping again. 'Ding Yuan didn't come out? That old hag Granny Bixia... didn't come out either?'

Inner Sect Elder Han Song did not know what had happened to Ding Yuan, but if Granny Bixia hadn't come out, it definitely had something to do with the Yao Race.

Malice bubbled up in Inner Sect Elder Han Song's heart. He stepped forward and bowed, "Senior Liu Huan, Fellow Daoist Granny Bixia may have been killed by the Yao Race!"

Gold Core Elder Liu Huan's cloudy old eyes narrowed sharply. Her first-level Golden Core aura surged out like a tidal wave, pressing down on Inner Sect Elder Han Song until his spine bent inch by inch.

She stared at Inner Sect Elder Han Song, her voice as cold as ice shards: "Explain clearly, what happened!"

Inner Sect Elder Han Song swallowed his saliva; not daring to hide anything, he quickly recounted what had happened.

"In the Secret Realm, this Junior saw with my own eyes that Fellow Daoist Granny Bixia had trapped two Yao Kings with a Buddhist bead Formation—the Iron-Backed Bear King and the Rift-Wind Wolf King."

"At that time, Fellow Daoist Granny Bixia had already suppressed the two Yao and was forcing them to hand over their treasures, but later..."

He paused, his gaze involuntarily drifting toward Wu Li, then toward the Iron-Backed Bear King and the Rift-Wind Wolf King, his voice dropping a few decibels. "Later, those two Yao Kings came out, but Fellow Daoist Granny Bixia... she didn't come out."