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Crossing through the vast expanse of the Azure Secret Realm, Wen Ren suddenly felt a wave of heat wash over him. Dong Yishi took a deep breath, and the moisture clinging to him from the Azure Secret Realm evaporated in an instant. Blinding yellow sand filled his vision, and no one expected to find themselves walking along a path that led to two completely different secret realms.
"It's like a realm of ice and fire," Liu Liu wiped the sweat from his forehead, sounding somewhat disgruntled.
No one knew when Yan Dong would encounter an enemy, and no one wanted to waste even a bit of Ren He's spiritual energy. If they truly faced an enemy, Coco’s mere thread of spiritual energy could determine their initial survival.
Yan Dong could enjoy using his spiritual energy to cast Ice Techniques, while Coco would be lying low, savoring the moment. Although it was tough, they just wanted to pass through that secret realm quickly; there was no need to seek out life-and-death crises for a moment of comfort.
"Should we rest?" Yi Dong asked, his expression serious. Just moments ago in the Azure Secret Realm, the three had already lost many medicinal herbs due to attacks from sea beasts. Wen Ren had also been frequently on guard, barely managing to escape unscathed. If they continued east without resting, they might encounter a team with slightly stronger abilities. The three could turn and flee, but if they rested in place, they would inevitably run into others later on. Advancing or resting both had their advantages; there was no wrong choice.
That damned place—whether resting or finding a cooler spot—I’m just afraid of dehydrating out there!
So what should they do?
Xun Yu hesitated. Although he knew Liu Liu, who appeared as soft and beautiful as jade, was somewhat dramatic, continuing on the road didn’t seem problematic. After all, it had already been two days since Yan Dong's time had passed; every moment counted now.
"Wait, someone is coming."
Looking at the endless expanse of yellow sand ahead, Mu Qinglong frowned. The desert secret realm was filled with fire attribute spiritual energy and Light Attribute energy, which was quite unfriendly to them as Nine Nether Cultivators. They needed to pass through quickly, but he felt that someone was waiting for them ahead—it was just an instinct without any reason behind it. On the other hand, they had already wasted a lot of time after passing through the Lava Secret Realm; if Yan Dong turned back now, they might run out of time.
If they rested in place and were encountered by cultivators from Dust Realm, they would likely not hesitate to surround them in such an environment. Being eliminated due to temporary caution would be a heavy loss. Moreover, in the previous secret realm, their group had sent many Dust Realm cultivators out of the game—some even directly to Hades. Yan Dong's situation was not favorable for Mu Qinglong either; none of those he valued were present before him, and he dared not take any chances.
On the contrary, continuing forward at full speed would increase their odds in an encounter; after all, the cultivators from Dust Realm were not united and fought for themselves. Their mutual hindrance could provide an opportunity for them to act as ambushers.
They moved on.
As Mu Qinglong led his team of Nine Nether Cultivators further away, Wen Ren and his companions crawled out from the yellow sand, taking deep breaths. Had they encountered Both Sides just now without incident, it seemed likely that they would have escaped with their lives—there might not have even been a chance to flee; being eliminated outright would have been more probable.
Did they take another route? How could they meet there?
Xun Yu felt puzzled; he clearly remembered entering the secret realm right after the Nine Nether Cultivators. How could this happen now?
The other two remained silent; it seemed best to recover their state before proceeding further. If they encountered familiar enemies again, it was likely that all three would choose to withdraw directly.
“Misty Crow Forest!” Liu Liu suddenly exclaimed as if recalling something important while repeating those four words: "Misty Crow."
“Misty Crow Forest?” Wen Ren echoed in surprise as he suddenly remembered past experiences. He recalled seeing the corpse of a golden cultivator earlier; normally there shouldn’t be any golden cultivators appearing on their path. The Misty Crow Forest secret realm must have disrupted everyone’s routes significantly.
Wasn't the Misty Crow Forest a secret realm that everyone sought to experience?
Xun Yu, as a disciple of the Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion, was skilled in calculations and quick-witted. It didn't take long for him to understand.
"Shall we take out our maps?"
Wen Ren was the first to pull out his map. The other two paused for a moment before also retrieving their maps. The three of them crouched down in the desert, beginning to sketch their original routes.
Each person's map displayed different secret realms until they reached the Misty Crow Forest, where all their routes coincidentally overlapped. Yet, there were no apparent repetitions in their paths. The intricacy of their mapping could easily be attributed to the divine legs of Tian Zai.
The three exchanged glances and continued drawing eastward. When they converged once more, the astonishment in their eyes was undeniable.
"Is that it?"
Jiang Anbo wiped his sweat. After sending off Ying Zhan and Chu Yunxiang, who had been entangled with a group of Vine Demons in a Mud Pit Secret Realm for quite some time, their speed had significantly decreased. To think that those who had just experienced the Misty Crow Forest would fall into such a disgusting realm, covered in mud. Only Gu Ping didn't mind that little bit of rain magic; upon emerging, he immediately cast a small rain spell to wash off the mud from both of them. Seizing the opportunity, he glanced at Yi Dong's map between their legs, confirming all the Central Secret Realms. Yan Dong's Desert Sea was indeed one of the Central Secret Realms everyone sought to experience. Once they passed that Central Secret Realm, only Dongyi's Central Secret Realm remained, marking the end of their journey.
Gu Ping nodded. They had lost some time in the swamp realm and were pursued by those behind them. They unexpectedly encountered Xu Qiaoshan and Xu Qiaoshui from Thunderstorm Pavilion. While the four fought off enemies together, Jiang Anbo managed to relay a message to Xu Qiaoshui, advising her to conserve energy during the Great War that would soon involve Jie Donglai and Coco, creating an opportunity for everyone to surround Hong Yulong.
After navigating through the swamp, the four parted ways. Bu Luo and Yan Dong continued together while Jie Donglai, Gu Ping, and Jiang Anbo aimed to connect with hidden forces within each Major Sect to eliminate Hong Yulong.
"Is it really worth causing such chaos over Wen Ren? I trust him, and his strength is not as simple as it appears. He can also bring others from the academy into this," Gu Ping thought. "I should be clear about Tenglan's capabilities."
Is one Hong Yulong worth mobilizing everyone against?
Gu Ping found Jiang Anbo's caution regarding Hong Yulong difficult to comprehend. Was it really necessary to target someone who had only recently entered Nascent Soul? He had already surpassed five True Disciples from various Major Sects at Infant Stage—wasn't that a bit excessive?
What did I know? There was something he had never mentioned. Gu Ping stood up and headed deeper into the desert, with Jiang Anbo following closely behind him. If they could exert all their strength in this life-and-death battle, none of those people would survive Dong Lai; perhaps only Hong Yulong, Mu Qinglong, and Ye Xiezi could truly endure.
Jiang Anbo found himself unable to refute Gu Ping's words. Both Hong Yulong and Gu Ping were the only two Pseudo Golden Elixir cultivators in a millennium; they were also among those whose realms advanced the fastest over that time span. Mu Qinglong was favored by both Yellow Spring Sovereign and Youluo Zun as a leader of Ninth Underworld. As for Ye Youluo, that name had long been known among Tenglan's circle, yet no one had ever seen Ye Youluo take action; some even claimed he was born as an inheritor of Youluo, with eyes so profound they could not see anything—perhaps because within Ye Youluo's gaze lay Ninth Underworld's fortune.
Aside from Hong Yulong, all four individuals were somehow connected to respectability. Gu Ping possessed foundational strength akin to an inexhaustible source of spiritual power; Mu Qinglong was chosen by two great dignitaries; Ye Youluo even had Keke as his legitimate son—such status might be considered the most noble identity in Tian Di Dong.
Yet Jiang Anbo did not believe Gu Ping could single-handedly contend against all the direct disciples of every Major Sect. Although Qunqin Ping once single-handedly defeated all Ninth Underworld golden cultivators in Eastern Extreme Secret Realm, gold and infant were two distinct realms; while the gap between them wasn't as vast as that between infant and Transcendence, it certainly wasn't something easily bridged by mere external factors either.
As a lush green landscape came into view, Gu Ping suddenly halted his steps. Although they were still two miles away, Both Sides could already sense the presence of Mistake.
It felt so real.
Jiang Anbo knew that there must be someone in the oasis ahead. Judging by Gu Ping's demeanor, it was clear that they were enemies. It wouldn't be hard to identify them; those cultivators emanating the aura of the Ninth Underworld were unmistakable. There wouldn't be any other Coco around.
Two miles was not a long distance at all, and Gu Ping did not attempt to hide. Both Sides collided right at the edge of the oasis.
Looking at the blind man clad in rough cloth, Jiang Anbo felt an inexplicable chill wash over him, as if this person before him was a piece of ancient ice, radiating an aura so cold that it seeped into his very being.
Is it me?
He never expected I would come.
That time when the Ninth Underworld made significant moves, he wouldn’t give me a chance to disrupt their plans.
I really don’t know if I am a blind man; anything could be calculated. To be honest, am I really just waiting for him on purpose?
Gu Ping grinned, and their conversation held no pretense. There was an unspoken trust in each other's strength; Jiang Anbo understood that such confidence was something he would probably never possess in his lifetime.
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