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Chapter 79: Reunion After a Long Separation
🕑 Added 2023-12-19 11:03:39 +0000 UTCImmortal Path Space : Table of Content/Chapter List
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As the opening of the secret realm was still a month away, Wang Hong took a leave and returned to Azure Void City. Everything in Azure Void City's industries was running smoothly, and he gained another million Spirit Stones.
Expanding the size of his space to 42 acres, the time flow reached 71 times.
The newly added ten acres of land were temporarily left unplanted by Wang Hong. He intended to keep it empty and transplant various Spirit Herbs and spirit wood once inside the secret realm, planning to thoroughly search and collect resources.
After this period of cultivation, the toxicity of his poison bees finally strengthened.
Now, it was no longer the awkward situation of tens of thousands of Spirit Bees attacking one person, causing unbearable pain but not being life-threatening.
However, there was a bit of regret; the mutated poison bees he cultivated lost their ability to ward off spells. Wang Hong couldn't figure out the specific reason, considering it a trade-off.
During this time, Wang Hong found time to refine some poisons for unexpected needs.
He also harvested over a dozen seeds of Devilvine. Devilvine's vines were tough, resistant to Magical Weapons, and its inch-long poisonous thorns could absorb a person's Spiritual Energy and essence blood.
In preparation for the secret realm trial, he made various arrangements. Additionally, he picked some white crystal fruit for Zhang Chunfeng, hoping to increase his chances of survival.
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On a mountain range tens of thousands of miles away from Qingxu Sect, over ten thousand people gathered.
The multitude was divided into several large formation camps, with a group of mystic cloth daoists standing solemnly beneath the flag of Qingxu Sect.
There were also flags of Hunyuan Sect, Taihao Sect, Beast Spirit Sect, Thousand Crafts Pavilion, and Putuo Temple, each with a thousand people.
Other medium and small sects, major families, and loose cultivators' alliances also had their allotted quotas.
Adding up the forces, there were over ten thousand people.
This situation had been formed after countless years of struggles, mutual adjustments, and compromises in the Cultivation World.
If the major sects monopolized the six secret realms, cutting off other cultivators, it would anger the public and provoke retaliation from cultivators worldwide.
The members of Taihao Sect stood opposite Qingxu Sect, all dressed in white robes, looking dignified.
Wang Hong squeezed to the front of the crowd, peering across to the opposite side, carefully searching in the crowd of Taihao Sect.
Among the Taihao Sect members, a young man with a tall and slender figure, his eyebrows sharp and eyes bright, was surrounded by many fellow disciples as if he were the center of attention. However, at the moment, his gaze was frequently wandering toward the camp of Qingxu Sect.
Wang Hong felt a bit conflicted at this moment. He really wanted to see Wang Yi, but at the same time, he didn't want him to appear here and now.
Suddenly, his gaze stopped, and he saw a young man across the way looking in their direction. Their eyes met.
Wang Hong felt a sourness in his eyes, and tears welled up. Although they hadn't seen each other for more than a decade, the memories of the little boy who rejoiced in finding wild vegetables, the thin figure crouching at the door picking vegetable leaves, the younger brother waiting at the doorstep for him to return, and the boy showing off a chicken leg at the village entrance all resurfaced.
Past scenes floated in his mind, gradually merging with the present young man.
The once little kid, now full of vitality, stood out among thousands.
"Wang Senior Brother, what's wrong?"
A fellow disciple beside Wang Yi asked.
"Nothing, got some sand in my eyes."
Wang Yi raised his head, and his slightly moist eyes gradually returned to normal.
At this moment, Wang Hong felt a mix of excitement and annoyance. As a Heavenly Spirit Root cultivator who didn't need Foundation Building pills, why did he bother coming here?
With the high mortality rate inside the secret realm, Taihao Sect shouldn't intentionally send him to participate; he probably volunteered.
But the solemn atmosphere at the moment wasn't suitable for their reunion. Moreover, all major sects were in competition, and once inside, they would be fighting each other.
If he went out to acknowledge him now, he didn't know if the sects would clear him out in advance.
Suddenly, a powerful pressure rose, enveloping the entire scene, and ten Golden Core experts ascended into the air.
"After one stick of incense, we ten will join forces to open the entrance to the secret realm. Please enter one by one."
"We, representing the entire Cultivation World in the East, hereby reiterate that no one is allowed to maliciously destroy the secret realm. Once discovered, they shall face collective punishment.
Premature harvesting of Spiritual Medicine is strictly prohibited. No one should excavate or wantonly cut down the spirit trees in the secret realm. Offenders will be held accountable.
The six major secret realms are the foundation of our Cultivation World in the East. Let us all work together."
Wang Hong was already aware of these regulations during his training.
If not for the joint efforts of major sects to establish these protective measures, the six major secret realms would have ceased to exist long ago.
A spirit wood might take several hundred or even thousands of years to grow, yet cultivators could chop it down in an instant.
Spiritual Medicines that had been growing for decades or centuries might still be in their infancy, with minimal effects. However, some individuals, with a shortsighted mentality, might still pluck them.
Little did they know that if past cultivators had taken away these seedlings, they might not find the roots of the Spirit Herbs today.
Once a Spirit Vein was damaged, recovery was extremely difficult. Without constraints, those who intentionally detonated Spirit Veins during fights would be plentiful among selfish and self-centered Immortal Cultivators. If not for some farsighted, world-loving great cultivators maintaining order, the Cultivation World in the East would have long declined and perished.
In the sky, ten cultivators each performed their techniques, forming runes that rearranged into a large seal.
The ten joined forces to control this seal, slowly imprinting it towards a certain point in the void. Ripples appeared in the empty space as the seal slowly merged into it.
At this moment, a vague light gate gradually appeared in the valley below, becoming clearer over time.
The gate was about a yard wide, emitting a white brilliance that obscured the scene behind it.
Disciples from various sects below began to line up for entry. Taihao Sect entered first, and Wang Hong watched as Wang Yi stepped into the light gate.
Next was Putuo Temple, rows of disciples reflecting light as they bowed and entered.
Then came Hunyuan Sect, Beast Spirit Sect, Thousand Crafts Pavilion, and finally, Qingxu Sect.
Wang Hong speculated, could Qingxu Sect be the weakest among the six major sects?
When Wang Hong stepped into the light gate, he felt a momentary dizziness. When he regained his senses, all he saw was a verdant color.
Before he could get a clear view, his body dropped as if falling. It turned out he had been transported to the base of a large tree.
Wang Hong quickly grabbed a branch to steady himself, standing on a tree limb.
But before he could stabilize, he felt a strong wind coming from his left. He quickly dodged, avoiding the attack.
Looking back, it was a colorful snake, only the size of a thumb, with a crimson crest on its head, resembling a chicken comb.
At this moment, the small snake was coiled around a branch, spitting venom in his direction, seemingly ready to attack at any moment.
Wang Hong saw this Tier-1 intermediate-grade snake and thought it would be a good test for the poison bees he cultivated. Poison against poison, let's see which is more powerful.
He released five hundred poison bees, buzzing and flying in front of him.
One hundred of them stopped in front of him, while the remaining four hundred rushed towards the small snake.
The poison bees didn't bother with tactics, swarming over the snake. The snake rolled, spiraled, and struggled, but it was futile.
After a short moment, the snake hung lifelessly on the branch, completely still.
Wang Hong approached and observed carefully. The snake's scales were covered in tiny puncture marks.
Due to regular feeding with body-refining Spiritual Medicine, the stingers of these poison bees had become sturdy and much sharper. Moreover, the venom on the stingers had some corrosive properties, making it easier to penetrate armor.
After eliminating the snake, Wang Hong took a moment to survey the surroundings.
This place was an endless dense forest, with no traces of other people within his line of sight.
Upon entering the light gate, everyone would be randomly transported to any location in the secret realm.
To address this, the sects had long devised a solution, setting dozens of points on the map as convergence points. Everyone could find the nearest point according to the map to quickly gather with their fellow sect members.
However, in this space without sun, moon, stars, or other distinctive landmarks, he couldn't discern the cardinal directions and didn't know which way to go.
For now, he could only randomly choose a direction, intending to exit this dense forest first.
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