Primordial Holy Land Opens

Su Ye turned around, his gaze sweeping over his two Junior Sisters before finally resting on their slightly flushed cheeks, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips.

“Have you both remembered the 'In-depth exchange' insights that Senior Brother taught you these past few days?”

Hearing these words, the two women's bodies trembled slightly.

Lin Waner lowered her head in shame, the tips of her ears turning crimson as shameful scenes of the Senior Brother's Cultivation methods from the past few days in the Immortal Cave involuntarily surfaced in her mind.

Lin Qianxue, on the other hand, gave him a cold glare, her hand instinctively gripping her sword hilt as she gritted her teeth and said:

“Senior Brother, be serious.”

“Today is the day the Secret Realm opens, and the entire Sect is watching.”

Su Ye laughed loudly and stepped forward, naturally adjusting Lin Qianxue's collar, his fingertips brushing against her slender neck.

“Junior Sister, you are mistaken.”

“Cultivation is originally an act of going against heaven; following one's heart is the true Great Dao.”

“Let’s go, don't keep those people waiting.”

Having said that, he gave a wide sweep of his sleeve.

Ang—!

A high-pitched Dragon's roar rang out.

Spiritual light erupted beneath his feet. He did not summon any Flying Sword or spirit boat, but instead directly used his majestic Spiritual Qi to condense a black flood dragon dozens of feet long.

It was exactly the phenomenon evolved from the Heaven Swallowing Demonic Art!

“Get on!”

Su Ye stepped onto the dragon's head, his overbearing aura leaking out.

The two women looked at each other. Although they were already used to their Senior Brother's style of doing things, they still felt a sense of peace at this moment.

Their figures flashed, landing behind Su Ye.

The black flood dragon soared into the sky, kicking up a wild wind as it whistled toward the main Peak square of the Taichu Holy Land... Taichu Square.

This was a massive platform suspended above the sea of clouds, paved with solid white jade, large enough to hold hundreds of thousands of people.

At this moment, the square was already a sea of people.

The Taichu Holy Land was a hegemon-level power in the Eastern Desolation; how could its Disciples number less than a hundred thousand?

Although only the Thirty-six Inner Peaks were qualified to enter the Taichu Secret Realm, with each Peak limited to three people, this did not stop other Disciples from coming to observe the ceremony.

This was a grand event, and even more so, a competition between the major Peaks.

“Look! The people from Heavenly Sword Peak have arrived!”

A commotion broke out among the crowd.

A massive sword light pierced through the sky from the western horizon, like a rainbow piercing the sun.

The sword light dissipated, revealing three figures with sharp, exposed edges.

At the head was a young man carrying a heavy sword, with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes. Sword Qi swirled around him like threads, slicing through the Void Realm.

“It's the Senior Brother of Heavenly Sword Peak, Ye Gucheng! I heard he has already broken through to the nascent soul fifth heaven and comprehended Immortal Sword Intent!”

“Too strong. Just that aura alone makes me feel suffocated.”

“This time in the Taichu Secret Realm, Heavenly Sword Peak will probably be the favorite to take the top spot again.”

Immediately following that.

In the southern sky, fiery clouds filled the air.

Three Disciples from Red Flame Peak arrived majestically, riding upon Blazing Flame Lions.

In the northern sky, thunder exploded.

Disciples of Thunder Peak appeared bathed in lightning, looking like gods of thunder descended to the world.

One by one, the prodigies who were rarely seen on ordinary days made their appearances, drawing continuous gasps from the Outer Sect Disciples below.

Each of the Thirty-six Inner Peaks possessed deep foundations.

At this time, on the high platform directly above the square.

Dozens of thrones condensed from Spiritual Qi were suspended in the air.

Seated upon them were the Peak Revered Masters of the major Peaks and the powerful Elders of the Holy Land.

Their auras were unfathomable; even a casual glance could make the Souls of the countless Disciples below tremble.

“Hmph, has that woman Yun Yuzhen not arrived yet?”

The one speaking was a middle-aged man dressed in golden robes.

His Face was resolute, and his eyes seemed to contain divine swords. His entire body radiated an extremely sharp pressure.

Peak Revered Master of Heavenly Sword Peak, Ancient Sword Soul.

A Half-Saint Realm expert!

He had always been at odds with Purple Bamboo Peak, and especially in recent years as Purple Bamboo Peak's population dwindled, he had become quite vocal with his criticisms.

“Purple Bamboo Peak occupies one of the best Spiritual Veins in the Holy Land, yet it only has a few stray cats and dogs. It’s a complete waste of natural resources.”

Beside him, another burly old man surrounded by flickering lightning also sneered:

“Peak Revered Master Gu is absolutely right.”

“In my opinion, after this Secret Realm, if Purple Bamboo Peak is still at the bottom, why don't we propose to abolish its status as a main Peak and merge it into my Thunder Peak?”

Peak Revered Master of Thunder Peak, Lei Wanjun.

Also a Half-Saint Realm existence.

Around them, other Peak Revered Masters and Elders either remained silent or agreed, most of them adopting a posture of watching a good show.

In the world of immortal cultivation, strength is respected.

In these years, aside from that 'Chaos-making Devil King' Su Ye, Purple Bamboo Peak had indeed not produced any decent talent.

Just as everyone was discussing fervently.

Rumble—

A muffled thunder-like roar suddenly came from the horizon.

A monstrously fierce aura, like that of an ancient Vicious Beast awakening, instantly enveloped the entire square.

Everyone instinctively looked up.

They saw a ferocious black flood dragon crushing through the clouds, carrying billowing Devilish Qi as it crashed arrogantly into the field.

That power was actually not weaker than some Elders in the Soul Transformation Stage!

“That is...”

“The Heaven Swallowing Demonic Art?!”

“It's that lunatic from Purple Bamboo Peak!”

The crowd instantly boiled over, and the originally packed masses actually forced open a large empty space.

It was as if a god of plague had descended.

The black flood dragon dissipated with a boom in the center of the square.

Revealing Su Ye's tall and straight figure.

A faint smile hung on the corner of his mouth as his gaze swept around unscrupulously, finally landing on Ancient Sword Soul and Lei Wanjun on the high platform.

“Oh, isn't this Senior Martial Uncle Gu and Senior Martial Uncle Lei?”

“I could hear someone farting—oh no, discussing my Purple Bamboo Peak from far away.”

“What? Do you feel like Purple Bamboo Peak has too few people and want to come be a watchdog for my Revered Master?”

Dead silence.

The entire field was as silent as death.

Everyone's eyes widened as they looked at Su Ye in disbelief.

These were two Peak Revered Masters of the Half-Saint Realm!

He actually dared to insult them in public?

“Presumptuous!”

Ancient Sword Soul was furious. He slapped the armrest, and a terrifying Sword Intent soared into the sky, turning into a ten-thousand-foot giant sword pointing directly at Su Ye.

“Su Ye! You have no respect for your Elders and speak wildly. Today, I will discipline you properly on behalf of Yun Yuzhen!”

The might of a Half-Saint—how terrifying it was.

The air in the entire square seemed to be sucked dry, and countless Disciples were pressed down to their knees, shivering.

However, Su Ye, who was at the center of the storm, didn't even blink.

He even leisurely picked his ear.

“Discipline me on behalf of my Revered Master?”

“Old man Gu, are you worthy?”

Su Ye sneered, the Supreme Bone in his body vibrating slightly. A vast and ancient aura flowed through his entire body, forcefully withstanding that pressure.

“You!”

Ancient Sword Soul was choked with rage and was just about to strike.

Suddenly.

A chill that was colder and more overbearing than everyone else present, as if it could freeze time and space, poured down from the Nine Heavens.

Crack— Crack—

The Spiritual Qi of the ten-thousand-foot giant sword hanging over Su Ye's head was instantly frozen and then shattered into ice shards that filled the air.

A cold and majestic voice echoed through heaven and earth.

“Ancient Sword Soul.”

“When did it become your turn to point fingers at my Disciple?”

In the midst of the drifting snow.

A peerlessly beautiful figure arrived, walking barefoot through the air.

With every step she took, an ice lotus bloomed beneath her feet.

Her moon-white dress fluttered in the wind, and her long black hair cascaded like a waterfall. In those phoenix eyes, a coldness that looked down upon all living beings flowed.

Peak Master of Purple Bamboo Peak, Yun Yuzhen!

Tribulation Crossing Realm, Tenth Heaven!

Although her Realm seemed inferior to a Half-Saint, everyone knew that a Taiyin Sacred Body in the Tribulation Crossing Realm was enough to go toe-to-toe with a Half-Saint!

“Revered Master!”

Upon seeing the newcomer, Lin Waner and Lin Qianxue immediately bowed respectfully.

Su Ye, on the other hand, grinned. Not only did he not bow, but he even winked at Yun Yuzhen.

“Revered Master, you've finally come.”

“This old guy is bullying me; you have to stand up for me.”

His tone was as rogue-like as could be.

Yun Yuzhen landed in front of Su Ye and gave him an annoyed glare.

“Shut up.”

“I'll deal with you when we get back.”

Despite her words, her protective posture was fully evident.

She looked coldly at Ancient Sword Soul on the high platform, her jade hand lightly raised, and the surrounding temperature instantly dropped to absolute zero.

“If Senior Brother Gu wishes to spar, this Seat will accompany you to the end.”

“Do you want to fight? Or just test our skills?”

Ancient Sword Soul's Face turned ashen, and the corners of his mouth twitched several times.

Fight with this crazy woman?

There’s no Face in winning, and it’s even more embarrassing to lose.

Moreover, Yun Yuzhen's strength was unfathomable, especially since he recently heard that her Cold Poison was completely gone and her cultivation seemed to have improved again.

“Hmph!”

“This Seat will not lower himself to your level!”

“We shall see the true results in the Secret Realm! I hope these precious Disciples of yours can come out alive!”

Ancient Sword Soul flicked his sleeve and sat down, speaking no more.

The disturbance seemed to have settled just like that.

But anyone could see that this was just the calm before the storm.

“Heehee, Junior Sister is quite the imposing one.”

Just then, a magnetic and charming laugh came from the void.

Immediately after, a rain of flower petals fell.

A woman dressed in a purple-gold phoenix robe and wearing an imperial crown appeared out of thin air at the very center of the high platform.

Her beauty was peerless, elegant and noble, and every move she made carried an imperial aura that looked down on the world.

Holy Lord of Taichu Holy Land, Holy Master!

Peak Half-Saint, she had even touched the threshold of the Saint Realm!

“Greetings, Holy Lord!”

All Peak Revered Masters, Elders, and Disciples bowed in unison.

Only Yun Yuzhen merely nodded slightly.

Holy Master didn't mind. Her beautiful eyes roved and landed directly on Yun Yuzhen, a flash of undisguised doting and... obsession in her eyes?

“Little Yuzhen, we haven't met for a few days, and you've become even more beautiful.”

“I heard you were in secluded cultivation in the Cold Jade Palace recently. I wanted to visit you, but I was blocked outside by the Formation. You're so heartless.”

Holy Master's tone was resentful, like a discarded little wife.

Hearing this, Su Ye's mouth couldn't help but twitch.

Good grief.

This is the legendary Holy Lord?

Why does it feel like she has ulterior motives toward my Revered Master?

Is this the blooming of lilies?

Yun Yuzhen seemed to have long been accustomed to this Senior Sister's teasing and said expressionlessly:

“Holy Lord, please conduct yourself with dignity.”

“The time has arrived. Open the Secret Realm.”

Holy Master curled her lips, withdrew her gaze somewhat boredly, and then looked at Su Ye below.

Her gaze instantly became sharp.

“You are Su Ye?”

“The kid who angered my little Yuzhen half to death and then coaxed her into circles?”

Su Ye felt his whole body tighten, as if he were being stared at by an ancient giant dragon.

But he still held his head high and said neither humbly nor arrogantly:

“Reporting to the Holy Lord, it is indeed I.”

“Not only that, but Revered Master likes this Disciple the most.”

The moment these words were spoken.

Yun Yuzhen's pretty Face turned red, and she couldn't help but pinch Su Ye hard behind his back.

Holy Master narrowed her eyes, a half-smile on her Face.

“Interesting.”

“Quite bold.”

“Since that's the case, let's see how big of a splash you can make in the Secret Realm.”

Having said that, her expression turned solemn, and her hands formed seals.

Boom!

A brilliant golden light shot up from her hands into the sky.

“Taichu Secret Realm, open!”

With her command.

The space above the center of the square distorted violently.

A massive vortex slowly took shape, like a portal leading to another world.

From within the vortex, a thick primitive aura emanated. Mountains, rivers, and faint treasures could be seen indistinctly inside.

“The Secret Realm is open!”

“This trial will last for one month!”

“Life and death are determined by fate; wealth and honor are determined by heaven!”

“Enter!”

Holy Master's voice echoed through the field.

The Disciples of various Peaks, who had long been unable to restrain themselves, instantly turned into streaks of light, scrambling to rush into that vortex.

“Let's go as well.”

Su Ye took a deep breath and turned to look at the two Junior Sisters behind him.

“Remember.”

“After entering, stay close to me.”

“If anyone dares to touch a single hair on your heads, Senior Brother will tear out their bones to make soup.”

Lin Waner nodded heavily, her eyes full of reliance.

Lin Qianxue silently drew her sword, her Sword Intent solemn.

“Go!”

Su Ye waved his hand, his left and right hands respectively grasping the soft hands of his two Junior Sisters.

The Heaven Swallowing Demonic Art activated, and his figure turned into a black lightning bolt, plunging into the massive vortex amidst the complex gazes of countless people... On the high platform.

Watching the figures of Su Ye and the other two disappear.

Yun Yuzhen's hand holding the teacup tightened slightly.

“What? Worried about your little lover?”

Holy Master leaned in, her breath like orchids.

“Senior Sister, what nonsense are you talking about!”

Yun Yuzhen was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, her fur instantly standing up.

“I... I'm just worried about Waner and Light Snow!”

“That Rebellious Disciple is thick-skinned; it would be for the best if he died!”

As that ink-black flood dragon figure vanished into the vortex, the suffocating pressure on Taichu Square finally dissipated slightly.

But the smell of gunpowder still lingered in the air.

Ancient Sword Soul's Face was so dark it looked as if it could drip water, his gaze fixed intently on the slowly rotating Secret Realm entrance.

“Ye Gucheng.”

His voice was low, yet it carried a chilling killing intent.

“Disciple is here.”

Ye Gucheng stepped forward, carrying his heavy sword, his entire being like an unsheathed blade with a sharp edge.

The aura of the nascent soul fifth heaven was released without concealment, causing the surrounding space to vibrate slightly.

“Within the Secret Realm, life and death do not matter.”

Ancient Sword Soul did not say it explicitly, but the cold light in his eyes had already explained everything. “This boy Su Ye not only practices a Demonic Technique but also disrespects his Elders and disturbs my Dao Heart.”

“If you encounter him...”

Ye Gucheng lowered his head slightly, a bloodthirsty sneer appearing on his lips:

“Rest assured, Revered Master.”

“Since Purple Bamboo Peak likes playing with fire, I will give them a hand and ensure not even their ashes remain.”

“Go.”

Ancient Sword Soul waved his hand.

Qiang—!