88: Chapter 88 Chaos Beyond the Secret Realm

At the entrance of the Secret Realm, the spatial vortex slowly vanished.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the valley was heavy to the extreme.

The experts from the Three Great Holy Lands, who had been guarding the entrance to the Secret Realm, now had grim faces as they stared fixedly at the Cultivators who had been suddenly teleported out.

"What is going on?!"

Great Elder Yun Zhongzi stepped forward, his figure appearing at the entrance of the Secret Realm like a ghost, his aged face full of shock and suspicion.

Just moments ago, he had clearly felt a terrifying, extreme pressure coming from the depths of the Secret Realm—a pressure so strong that even he, a Peak Asking Dao Realm expert, felt his heart palpitate.

Immediately afterward, the Cultivators inside the Secret Realm were tossed out from the spatial vortex as if they were dumplings being dropped, carried by an invisible force.

One, two, three...

In the blink of an eye, over a hundred Cultivators were teleported out, lying scattered across the valley. Some were unconscious, some were deathly pale, and others were trembling all over, their eyes filled with terror.

"Grand Elder!"

A round-faced youth stumbled out from the crowd, his face pale, his entire body shaking.

Qin Mo followed behind him, his cold face uncharacteristically showing a trace of horror.

Great Elder Yun Zhongzi's face sank as he grabbed the round-faced youth by the shoulder and said in a deep voice, "What happened inside?!"

The round-faced youth swallowed, his voice trembling: "Grand... Grand Elder... inside the Secret Realm... there is a Saint!"

"What?!"

Great Elder Yun Zhongzi's pupils constricted.

The round-faced youth panted heavily and continued, "After we went in, we explored along the way, and it was going smoothly. But suddenly, a terrifying, extreme pressure came from the depths of the Secret Realm! That pressure felt just like encountering an Old Ancestor; I... I almost got pressed into the ground at that time!"

Qin Mo also nodded, his cold face filled with gravity: "That pressure was indeed the Aura of a Saint. And... there was more than one."

Great Elder Yun Zhongzi gasped.

More than one Saint?

How could this be?!

When this Great Emperors Secret Realm appeared in the Central Region sixty years ago, dozens of Saint Realm experts had indeed entered.

But this time, when it manifested, experts from the other four regions had not paid attention, and no experts had descended.

How could there still be Saints in this Secret Realm now?

"What happened next?" Great Elder Yun Zhongzi pressed.

The round-faced youth's expression became even uglier: "After that... the sky changed. The originally gray sky suddenly turned pitch black as ink, and a blood-colored moon emerged from the Void Realm, hanging in the sky and emitting an eerie light!"

"A blood moon in the sky, the heavens and earth mourning together!" Qin Mo took over, his voice low. "That is the phenomenon of a Saint falling!"

Great Elder Yun Zhongzi shuddered, his expression changing drastically.

A Saint fell?!

A Saint had actually fallen in this Secret Realm?!

He had lived for a thousand years and had only seen that phenomenon twice.

That was a Saint!

There were only a few Saints in the entire Southern Region!

"Later, a gentle light spread out from the depths of the Secret Realm, teleporting all of us out." When the round-faced youth said this, he let out a long breath, his eyes filled with the relief of having survived a disaster.

Great Elder Yun Zhongzi let go and stood where he was, his brows tightly locked.

There were Saints in the Secret Realm, and more than one.

And now, a Saint had fallen.

What exactly happened in the depths of this Secret Realm?

Just then—

Three figures appeared.

It was Saint Xutian, Saint Yiyan, and Saint Lingyuan.

"Old Ancestor!"

Seeing Saint Xutian, Great Elder Yun Zhongzi hurried forward and bowed.

He then thought of the Saints who had appeared in the Secret Realm.

"Old Ancestor, Qin Mo and the others just said that several Saints appeared in the Secret Realm. Could it be you, Old Ancestor?"

Ordinary Cultivators were suppressed by the Secret Realm's Formation, and Cultivators above the Dharma Image Realm could not enter, but this limitation meant nothing to Saints.

Therefore, upon seeing the Old Ancestor, Great Elder Yun Zhongzi immediately thought of the Saints who had appeared in the Secret Realm.

He was just a bit confused; since all three Saints were here, who was the Saint who fell in the Secret Realm?

"Indeed!" Saint Xutian nodded slightly and said, "The three of us entered the Secret Realm intending to retrieve the saint king weapon from the demon cave. Unexpectedly, the artifact spirit of that saint king weapon had long since set up a Formation, trapping us."

"With the help of that Formation, the strength of the artifact spirit actually surpassed us. The three of us working together were no match for it."

Great Elder Yun Zhongzi gasped.

Three Saints working together were no match for that artifact spirit?

How strong must that artifact spirit be?

"What happened next?" Great Elder Yun Zhongzi asked.

Saint Xutian's expression became complex, filled with awe, gratitude, and a hint of indescribable shock.

"Later, a Senior took action."

"A Senior?" Great Elder Yun Zhongzi was stunned, then a flash of shock erupted in his eyes. "There was another Saint in the Secret Realm?!"

Saint Xutian nodded, his tone filled with deep awe: "That Senior's strength was unfathomable. With a casual wave, they broke the Ten Thousand Soul Devouring Heaven Array, destroyed the sky full of demonic shadows with a flick of their sleeve, and suppressed the saint king weapon with one hand."

Suppressed a saint king weapon with one hand?!

Great Elder Yun Zhongzi swallowed his saliva. That was an entity that three Saints working together couldn't handle, yet it was defeated by someone with a single hand!

His voice trembled slightly: "Old Ancestor, what is the background of that Senior...?"

Saint Xutian shook his head: "I don't know. That Senior concealed their Aura, and we couldn't see through their depth at all. Perhaps they are a Great Saint Realm expert from one of the other regions."

Great Saint Realm!

Once these three words were spoken, everyone present fell silent.

The Great Saint Realm might not be considered the top-tier of experts in other regions, but in the Southern Region, it was an invincible existence!

The entire Southern Region had not produced a Great Saint Realm expert for over a thousand years.

Saint Xutian turned to look at Qin Mo and the other, asking in a deep voice: "Was there a great battle in the Secret Realm just now?"

The round-faced youth kept his face tight and shook his head repeatedly, "Old Ancestor, no, there was no great battle."

"No..." Saint Xutian looked at Saint Yiyan and Saint Lingyuan, and they saw the confusion in each other's eyes.

Inside the Secret Realm, besides the three of them, there was only that Saint.

Now that a Saint had fallen in the Secret Realm, who else could it be besides that one?

But... that person's strength was so terrifying, who could possibly kill them?

On the other side of the valley.

The crowd was bustling, and noise rose one after another.

The Cultivators who had been teleported out of the Secret Realm were deathly pale, some sitting on the ground gasping for breath.

The phenomenon of a Saint falling had too great an impact on these low-level Cultivators.

A blood moon in the sky, the heavens and earth mourning together.

The feeling of despair, as if the sky was collapsing and the earth sinking, still made them fearful.

"Out... we're all out..."

"What exactly happened inside the Secret Realm? How could a Saint fall?"

"I don't know... I was about to get that treasure, but now it's gone!"

"It's good enough to be alive. Treasure or whatever—how can it be more important than life!"

Whispers spread through the crowd, everyone discussing what had happened in the Secret Realm.

At the Tiangang Sect station, Senior Brother Sun Zhengyang stood with his hands behind his back, his face so gloomy that it could drip water.

His gaze swept across the Cultivators who had been teleported out in the valley like a hawk, looking at them one by one, his expression growing uglier the more he looked.

Where were the people from the Tiangang Sect?

Where were the ten Dharma Image Realm Disciples he had sent in?

Where was Qian Kun?!

"Elder, there is no... we don't see our Tiangang Sect people..."

A Void Piercing Realm Elder from the Tiangang Sect walked to his side, his voice trembling, cold sweat sliding down his cheeks.

Senior Brother Sun Zhengyang shuddered, a look of disbelief flashing in his eyes.

"What did you say? Say it again!"

"Subordinate... this subordinate has inquired carefully; there are no Tiangang Sect Disciples among the Cultivators who came out, nor is Elder Qian Kun..." the Void Piercing Realm Elder said, biting the bullet, his voice growing smaller and smaller.

Senior Brother Sun Zhengyang's face turned livid instantly.

Ten Dharma Image Realm Disciples, plus one Void Piercing Realm Elder who had cut his own cultivation—a total of eleven people!

Not a single one came out?!

"Impossible!" Senior Brother Sun Zhengyang let out a low roar, his voice filled with suppressed rage to the extreme, "The Saint Array at the entrance of the Secret Realm only allows Cultivators at the Dharma Image Realm and below to enter. The strongest inside were only those few Dharma Image Realm Prodigies from the Three Great Holy Lands! How could our Tiangang Sect people be wiped out?!"

He paused, a flash of ruthlessness appearing in his eyes: "Although Qian Kun cut his cultivation, he was originally a second-level Void Piercing Realm expert. His control over spiritual power and combat experience were far superior to ordinary Dharma Image Realm Cultivators! Even if he encountered the Prodigies of the Three Great Holy Lands, he would have the strength to fight! How could not a single one come out?!"

The Void Piercing Realm Elder lowered his head, not daring to make a sound.

Senior Brother Sun Zhengyang took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down.

He turned around, his gaze falling on the Cultivators in the valley who had been teleported out, cold light flickering in his eyes.

Suddenly, he turned his head sharply, his gaze like a knife, shooting toward a corner of the valley.

There, the people from the Four Great Families of Guangnan City were gathered together, whispering about something.

Patriarch Shen Tianze, Li Wanshan, Zhao Qiankun, and Chen Jiuzhou all had heavy expressions.

They naturally knew about what had happened in the Secret Realm.

The phenomenon of a Saint falling, that terrifying, extreme pressure, and the power that teleported them out of the Secret Realm...

Everything was eerie.

"Family Head Shen, what do you think happened in the Secret Realm?" Li Wanshan asked in a low voice, his voice trembling slightly, "How could even a Saint fall?"

Patriarch Shen Tianze's brows were locked tightly, and he shook his head: "I don't know. But for a Saint to fall, it means a great battle occurred in the depths of the Secret Realm. This level of combat is not something we can get involved in."

Zhao Qiankun sighed: "Fortunately, our people are all fine. Yuanfeng and the others have all come out. Although they were a bit frightened, there is nothing major."

Chen Jiuzhou nodded and was about to speak—

Suddenly, a terrifying killing intent struck from behind!

The four of them changed color at the same time and turned around abruptly!

They saw Senior Brother Sun Zhengyang striding toward them, his expression gloomy, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

Behind him, several Void Piercing Realm Elders from the Tiangang Sect followed, each looking aggressive and ill-intentioned.

Patriarch Shen Tianze frowned, subconsciously putting his hand behind his back and secretly making a gesture.

The Shen Family Disciples behind him saw this and retreated a few steps, quietly dispersing.

"Elder Sun?" Patriarch Shen Tianze stepped forward, his expression calm, and cupped his hands, "I wonder what Elder Sun wants?"

Senior Brother Sun Zhengyang stopped, looking down at him from above, a cold sneer curving his lips.