Chapter 671: Chapter 647: Secret Realm (Congratulations to the Night Leader for Cramping!)_1
Fang Xi’s thousand-year birthday celebration passed without a ripple.
It wasn’t that cultivators from the Mortal Realm didn’t want to make a big fuss for him, but as he aged, his heart had also become more serene, and he had no interest in such ostentatious trappings.
After all, unless all the immortals from the Earth Immortal Realm came to congratulate him, it wasn’t very meaningful.
Thus, he only held a small banquet, toasting with a few ladies, and that was enough.
After the birthday banquet, Shui Lingxin said her goodbyes and left. The remaining Ling Shu and Liu Xu were moved by Fang Xi’s talk of ascension and began to confine themselves for arduous cultivation.
That day,
Fang Xi picked up a Voice Transmission Talisman and informed Zhong Hongyu that he would enter seclusion for a period of harsh cultivation, and with a flick of his finger—
Pop!
The Voice Transmission Talisman immediately turned into a streak of fire and vanished...
"With the incarnations of heterodox paths and Mechanism City in place... there shouldn’t be any major problems,"
he muttered to himself, and in an instant, his figure disappeared.
Suddenly making use of the Treasures of All Heavens, he went to that Witch Clan Secret Realm!
Witch Clan Secret Realm.
It wasn’t yet time for the centennial Sky Demon Tribulation. As Fang Xi’s Divine Consciousness spread out, he could see many hunting, frolicking, and cultivating Witch Tribe people.
"Danya..."
Thinking of the old friend from this place, a touch of nostalgia appeared on Fang Xi’s face.
"So many years have passed; this woman is probably long gone, unless she advanced to the Nascent Soul Stage... But even if she has become a Nascent Soul cultivator, her lifespan would be quite strained, right?"
Moreover, as a secret realm harvested by the Primitive Devil Door every hundred years for Core Formation resources and essence blood souls, it was impossible to advance to Nascent Soul here.
Even the entire secret realm was covered by a huge Prohibition. As soon as a cultivator above Nascent Soul appeared, it would immediately trigger an alarm.
But to Fang Xi, with his cultivation and proficiency in arrays, this meticulous Prohibition seemed more like a fishing net full of holes...
Therefore, up to now, the elders of the Primitive Devil Door, as blind and deaf as they were, had no clue that a high-order cultivator had intruded into the secret realm.
"Enough... let’s send a greeting first."
Fang Xi released his Breath Concealment Skills, an art he acquired from the Profound Turtle Clan. Even a returning-to-emptiness cultivator might not see through them if they were face to face. The reason he roamed around so carelessly before, and the secret realm remained unresponsive, was because of this.
And at this moment, a force far surpassing that of Nascent Soul magic power began to spread, causing the heavens and the earth to change colors!
"This..."
In a tribal village, a Big Shaman looking at the convergence of Heavenly and Earthly Spiritual Power, like a funnel, was stunned.
Although he was equivalent to a Foundation Establishment immortal cultivator, such means were still too mythical...
After all, the Witch Tribe struggled much, and even though they cultivated rapidly, they could only reach the Witch King realm comparable to a Core Formation cultivator. Then they would have no prospects for advancement, and their abilities were quite limited, often easily killed by disciples who mastered third-tier skills.
"Is this... the descent of a heavenly god?"
A Little Shaman murmured to himself as the Spiritual Pressure from the void made him involuntarily kneel.
Countless Shaman Race followers knelt down as well.
The whole secret realm seemed to tremble under the might of the Transcendent God cultivator!
Boom!
Black, white, red, yellow, green... Spiritual Power of various colors converged high in the sky, forming a face.
At this moment, almost all the Witch Tribe members in the secret realm looked up, their faces filled with awe as they gazed at the majestic face that seemed divine.
...
Primitive Devil Door.
Surveillance Hall.
A blue-robed cultivator hurried into a Bronze Hall, entering a quiet room.
This room was very spacious with no other furnishings except for a sand table in the center.
The sand table displayed a landscape of mountains and rivers, and above it floated a grid of colorful lights.
A Treasure Mirror hung midair, shining upon every part of the sand table.
In front of the sand table sat a cultivator in red robes with a Nascent Soul, sitting cross-legged on a cushion.
Seeing this, the blue-robed cultivator smiled, "Brother Zhuo, I was a little late due to the Sacrificial Refining of the ’Six Desires Mixed Sky Demon.’ Please forgive me for the delay..."
"Brother Xia is too polite; just a few hours delay is of little consequence to us," replied the cultivator in red robes, Brother Zhuo, with a smile, "Moreover... there hasn’t been much happening in this secret realm for hundreds of years."
Indeed, a Core Formation resource-producing secret realm was not much to the two Nascent Soul cultivators.
"Thank you for your understanding, Brother Zhuo. I’ve just obtained a gourd of ’Fiery Blood True Gang,’ and I will give it to you later," the blue-robed Brother Xia said with a light smile before adding, "But this Core Formation Secret Realm is not entirely peaceful. Hundreds of years ago, some trouble did stir here... It’s said to have even involved an elder of our Supreme Elder lineage..."
"What?"
Brother Zhuo, who was handling the handover procedures, asked with interest, "Can you please elaborate?"
He had formed his Nascent Soul within the last two hundred years and knew nothing about such ancient events. Also, having recently been transferred to the Surveillance Hall, he wasn’t very clear on many secrets.
"I too heard it from an elder who has long since passed away..."
Brother Xia laughed, "It happened about seven or eight hundred years ago. That time when the secret realm opened, it caused quite a commotion, with many disciples suffering severe injuries and deaths... According to the disciples who managed to escape, it was a mid-Core Formation cultivator who somehow sneaked in and shamelessly ambushed their Foundation Establishment disciples. It was truly a tragedy..."
"To think there would be such shameless people, has the Sect not investigated?" Elder Brother Zhuo asked with great interest.
"Of course, there has been an investigation, and even the Saint Son and Saint Daughter specially responsible for the matter at the time were hailed as the most outstanding twins in a thousand years..."
Elder Brother Xia’s words seemed to carry a deeper meaning.
"Could it be... the Supreme Elder?!" Elder Brother Zhuo exclaimed in shock, eyes wide.
"Exactly! The Supreme Elder, back then just the Saint Daughter of our Holy Sect... She was in charge of guarding the teleportation array and managing matters of the Higher Realm. But then this incident occurred, the Saint Son entered the Secret Realm to investigate, and not long after, his soul tablet shattered..."
Elder Brother Xia sighed, "This Saint Son had cultivated to the Perfect Core Formation state at around two hundred years of age, his talents and gifts in the Dao far surpassing the likes of us. He even slightly overshadowed the Saint Daughter at the time... Had it not been for his unexpected demise, he would have surely become an Elder of the Yuan Ying Stage in the Holy Sect, even contending for the opportunity to transcend as a God!"
"This caused a huge uproar within the Holy Sect back then. Countless Elders went to the Secret Realm to investigate personally, slaying unknown numbers of the Shaman Race, but in the end, they couldn’t come to any conclusion. They could only speculate that it was either the Guang Thunder Temple or the Taiqing Sect targeting neither the Secret Realm nor but the Saint Son or Saint Daughter! However, both Sects denied involvement, and gradually the matter became an unsolved case..."
In his heart, he felt a trace of regret; a fallen genius was, after all, nothing more.
Not only that, but with the loss of her rival, the Saint Daughter’s progression became unstoppable, smoothly achieving Nascent Soul, and then, under the previous Supreme Elder’s careful cultivation, successfully transcended to become a God, taking control of the Primitive Devil Door!
Had the Saint Son lived, perhaps the current Supreme Elder would have been him!
"Is it destiny that decides who gets what they get?"
Elder Brother Zhuo in the red robe sighed. After all, he had no personal connection to a Core Formation Cultivator who had died several hundred years ago: "It is indeed the Supreme Elder’s great fortune, a destiny decreed by heaven..."
"Precisely so..."
Elder Brother Xia in the blue robe laughed heartily, feeling somewhat fortunate inside.
The Primitive Devil Door was vast beyond measure, with countless branches. Had not the former Saint Daughter ascended, their Six Desires Mixed Sky Demon lineage would not have enjoyed the splendor of today!
However, the lineage of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner had been languishing ever since!
Humm humm!
Suddenly, a roaring sound came from the sand table!
Elder Brother Zhuo and Elder Brother Xia’s expressions changed at once, and they rushed forward to see that under the flicker of a multicolored great net, a black hole had formed.
"This is bad, a Nascent Soul Cultivator has infiltrated the Secret Realm!"
Elder Brother Zhuo’s eyes widened in disbelief. How could there be a problem with the Secret Realm that had not had an issue in hundreds of years, just as he arrived?
What’s worse, because of the delayed handover, it was also his responsibility!
"Quick, younger brother, control the Array. I will find out who is behind this!"
Elder Brother Xia was also extremely angry, and his complexion suddenly turned ashen, with fangs barely visible at the corners of his mouth emerging.
Then, he made several hand seals, and talismans were inserted into the mirrors on top of the sand table.
The mirror’s surface flashed, unveiling the scenery of mountains, rivers, and streams within the Secret Realm.
As magic power continued to be fed in, vaguely visible in the sky above, was a tremendous human face!
This face seemed to be composed of pure Heavenly and Earthly Spiritual Power, exuding a terrifying Spiritual Pressure.
With an emotionless glance, the mirror began to show cracks and completely turned into a black screen!
Crack!
The mirror shattered, falling onto the sand table.
Almost like a chain reaction, one after another, the multicolored prohibitions instantly crumbled to pieces.
"Could it be... a Transcendent God?!"
Elder Brother Zhuo screamed, all composure of a Yuan Ying True Monarch gone.
"We must quickly summon the Supreme Elder!"
Elder Brother Xia’s face was equally painted with panic.
...
"Oh, heavenly gods..."
"We of the Shaman Race have long been oppressed by the Sky Demons..."
"Please save us!"
One by one, the Shaman Race prostrated on the ground, while a Witch King cried out loudly, his voice tinged with indescribable sorrow.
’If this entity is the leader of the Sky Demons, then how are we, the Shaman Race, to resist?’
’But in any case, we must beg for mercy...’
The colossal face gazed upon these scenes and unexpectedly revealed a hint of a smile, stating in the pure language of the Shaman Race, "The suffering of the Shaman Race lies within the Secret Realm... Today I shall unlock the Secret Realm, and you may choose for yourselves, whether to leave or to continue existing here..."
As for Fang Xi, whether these Shaman Race individuals left the Secret Realm was not necessarily a good thing.
They might even face greater challenges outside!
The Primitive Devil Door raised the Shaman Race here like diligent farmers, regularly harvesting yet also shielding the crops from pests and wild animals.
In the outside world, though, there would be no such favors.
Perhaps many Immortal Cultivators would consider the Shaman Race as rare Spiritual Beasts to be hunted!
But this was a matter of personal choice, meddling too much might even result in resentment.
Some people never learn until they hit a wall, and there are those stubborn ones who won’t turn back even after hitting the wall.
To such stubbornness, Fang Xi could only choose to let them seek their own death!!