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In the Five Elements Continent, at the entrance of the Haotian Secret Realm, a person and a beast slowly made their way under the dim moonlight. Surrounding them were poisonous snakes, strange insects, wild beasts, and miasma, yet they remained untouched—this was Zhao Yang and Little Beast.
Zhao Yang had gained fame through battle after defeating the Youxian Saint Child. Although he ultimately allowed the Youxian Saint Child to escape, this was enough to demonstrate his astonishing combat power. Even more surprising was that the Holy Son of Azure Cloud Palace had been tricked and killed by him. While his methods were somewhat unscrupulous, such achievements were still a source of pride. It should be noted that Azure Cloud Palace had always considered itself the foremost among the Five Major Sects, competing for supremacy with You Xian Sect and Overlord Sect for millennia.
However, no one knew that it was Zhao Yang who had tricked the Azure Play Saint and severely injured the Youxian Saint Child; instead, they believed it was done by a monk.
His combat power made even Yuan Lie, the Holy Son of Overlord Sect, wary. Thus, when Zhao Yang gracefully departed, Yuan Lie did not attempt to stop him, indicating that he was not a reckless individual.
As for Azure Cloud Palace, it became a laughingstock among cultivators. Not only did they embarrass themselves at the entrance of Haotian Secret Realm, but their Holy Son was also deceived and killed. Such a death had never occurred in the cultivation world over thousands of years—at least not to any Holy Son from any sect.
The death of Azure Play Saint was not solely caused by Zhao Yang; all those present who remained silent were equally complicit. On one hand, they were astonished by Zhao Yang's shamelessness; on the other hand, they secretly hoped for Azure Play Saint to fall into the trap. Ultimately, in their collective silence, they contributed to the demise of one of Azure Cloud Palace's most outstanding disciples in a millennium—a ten-year-old foundation builder who was also a Holy Son with immense potential and unwavering determination towards cultivation and ascension to immortality. He cared only for his practice and regarded everything else as trivial; he could hardly communicate with others and looked down on everyone.
Azure Cloud Palace was a sword cultivation sect known for its dominance and strength in the cultivation world. Its secret techniques were legendary within the Sword Sect, claiming to possess an immortal sword technique that was both fierce and ruthless. They could suppress all enemies in battles of equal rank and were among the most sought-after cultivation sects of their time. After this setback, all high-ranking members of Azure Cloud Palace were furious. When they learned that their Holy Son had died due to a monk's deception, they were enraged beyond measure; some cursed loudly without regard for their image.
"That damned monk! If we catch him, we will skin him alive, extract his soul, and turn his bones to dust—he shall suffer endlessly!" shouted an elder from Azure Cloud Palace who valued honor greatly.
At the entrance of Haotian Secret Realm stood Master Datong from Xuanfo Temple, his expression grim. As a monk known for his good temper in the eyes of outsiders, he had just been approached for the ninety-eighth time by someone seeking confirmation about whether it was indeed someone from Xuanfo Temple who had tricked Azure Play Saint into death.
Master Datong was one of the Divine Monks of Xuanfo Temple and was also referred to as Datong Zen Master. In reality, he had a very volatile temper because he had become a monk later in life.
Before attending Haotian Secret Realm, the head of Xuanfo Temple had repeatedly instructed him to control his temper and avoid arguing with others; it would be best not to discuss Buddhist principles or engage in contests of skill with anyone.
At that moment, Datong Zen Master’s face turned a deep shade of purple, as if he were about to explode.
“Master, why do you look so unwell? Are you feeling alright?” An elder from You Xian Sect noticed Datong Zen Master standing alone, ignoring everyone, and approached to inquire.
Datong Zen Master glanced at the elder from You Xian Sect but did not respond. Instead, he sat down and began to chant the Heart-Calming Mantra, trying to prevent himself from losing control.
“If it’s really that little Monk Song Baliang, I swear I’ll take him down!” Datong Zen Master muttered to himself, feeling more like a punching bag today than he had in decades.
Within the Haotian Secret Realm, in a cave where ice and fire intertwined, a seemingly simple-minded monk appeared to be around twenty years old. Bare-chested, he carried an oddly shaped Zen Staff on his back. Suddenly, he sneezed and looked around, muttering to himself, “Could it be that my master wants to punish me again?”
The big monk continued to gaze thoughtfully at a glimmering strange liquid floating at the boundary between the icy cavern and the lava pool.
Under the moonlit night in the Haotian Secret Realm, countless cultivators—amounting to hundreds of thousands—were fighting over various ancient treasures and Spiritual Fruits within. In just one night, nearly a hundred thousand cultivators had perished, and countless treasures and Spiritual Fruits had been harvested.
They had no choice but to press deeper into the Haotian Secret Realm because the exit had been sealed by a fool named Zhao Yang. Anyone who entered as a Foundation Stage Cultivator could not leave unless they reached the Core Formation Stage.
Such an occurrence had never happened before; they had to continue onward despite not knowing what lay at the center of the Haotian Secret Realm. No one had ever heard of anyone surviving after stepping into its depths; since its creation, no one had come out alive.
As Zhao Yang journeyed further, he had already killed off the seventh wave of cultivators attempting to ambush him. Among these cultivators were allied Loose Cultivators and teams formed by disciples of major sects. Initially, when Zhao Yang attacked, he would ask why they wanted to intercept him. After seven waves with varying reasons for their attacks, he grew too weary to inquire any longer.
As the area of the Haotian Secret Realm shrank further, only a few tens of thousands remained—composed entirely of elite disciples. In reality, disciples from the Five Major Sects were just a minority; there were thousands of sects in Zhongzhou, each with a few local cultivation geniuses who sometimes rivaled even the Holy Sons.
When Zhao Yang encountered the ninth wave of cultivators trying to ambush him, he nearly fell victim to a young boy—specifically, he almost succumbed to that boy's gaze.
The young man possessed a pair of completely white eyes, and his skin was exceptionally pale, giving him an otherworldly appearance. Under the gaze of those white pupils, Zhao Yang found himself losing his vision for a brief moment. Initially, he thought he had gone blind, which caused him to panic as he was surrounded and beaten by the young man's team of over twenty people. If it weren't for his unparalleled physical strength and remarkable Divine Sense, an ordinary person would have already perished.
Before dying, the young man did not plead for mercy from Zhao Yang; he was the only one among all the cultivators Zhao Yang had killed who did not utter a single word. After Zhao Yang killed him, he discovered that the young man's lower limbs were artificial, and the hands hidden in his sleeves were also fake. When the young man's lips parted, there was no tongue inside his mouth. Moments later, his eyes returned to the normal color of human pupils, filled with fear and unwillingness.
Zhao Yang sighed. He had initially thought this person was a natural Divine Power wielder, but the restoration of his original appearance indicated that he had cultivated these abilities through rigorous training. Considering how bizarre this person's capabilities were, it was clear that he must have paid a heavy price. In the cultivation world, strength is paramount; the weak are preyed upon by the strong. Some cultivators harm their own bodies to learn sinister and ruthless cultivation methods in pursuit of fame and status within the cultivation realm.
Zhao Yang believed that even an ordinary Holy Son would likely meet a bitter end if confronted with such a group.
After fighting throughout the night, Zhao Yang felt somewhat fatigued. As the sky gradually brightened with a rising red sun and vibrant dawn clouds, he looked ahead and noticed a massive lake floating in mid-air not far away. In the center of the lake was a small island that was half red and half white, barren of any vegetation. Within the range of his Divine Sense Detection, no cultivators had yet set foot there.
"Ice Fire Island?" Zhao Yang recalled seeing an engraving at a stall near the entrance of the Haotian Secret Realm, which he had read using his Divine Sense. The content labeled various locations within the Haotian Secret Realm, and this lake island should indeed be Ice Fire Island.
Zhao Yang yawned, contemplating going to Ice Fire Island for a glass of champagne and a Maldives-style bath before enjoying a good sleep. At that moment, however, his Spirit Pearl began to vibrate intensely, guiding him toward Ice Fire Island.
Zhao Yang's eyes lit up; all traces of fatigue vanished as he exclaimed excitedly, "Treasure!"
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