Longevity: My Talents Are a Bit Abundant

Chapter 777: Chapter 657: Demonic Shadows in the Secret Realm

Unbeknownst to him, Xu Jinhui was ensnared, his mind completely eroded by the charm spell.

"Such a weak-hearted nature, the Foundation Establishment Cultivator of Yue Country’s sects, is nothing more."

A cold female voice sounded, and the visage of "Xu Wan’Er" before him transformed, revealing the true form of the charming yet sinister Mei Ying demon, Ding Chunhua.

"Enough, I’ll let you die as a romantic fool."

Ding Chunhua sneered coldly, taking out a soul-capturing bell engraved with a grimacing ghost head.

She shook it gently.

"Ding-ling!"

A crisp ringing sound penetrated straight to the Divine Soul.

Xu Jinhui’s body trembled, and the last glimmer of emotion in his eyes completely vanished, leaving them hollow and vacant.

A faint shadow was forcibly extracted from the top of his head, emitting a silent wail before being absorbed into the soul-capturing bell.

It was Xu Jinhui’s soul, brutally extracted by Ding Chunhua and imprisoned within the soul-capturing bell.

...

Encased by the soft Spiritual Light of the Secret Realm during the teleportation, Shen Xuan maintained full consciousness.

Even sealed with the Ice Technique Golden Core, his Divine Soul’s strength still far surpassed the Foundation Establishment Realm, comparable to the early stage of a True Pill.

This level of teleportation dizziness had no effect on him.

Shen Xuan remained calm, quietly sensing his surroundings.

The teleportation Spiritual Light was triggered by the entrance array of the Secret Realm.

Though harmless, it maintained the stability of the teleportation array, not to be easily destroyed.

The scenery before him abruptly cleared.

As the Spiritual Light faded, Shen Xuan discovered himself standing in a vast field of lush green grass, permeated by dense Spiritual Qi.

Ancient trees towered around, distant mountains undulated, and a pure herbal aroma filled the air.

The Sect Leader of Taiyi Sect’s advice resounded in his ears.

"The Spirit Stream Secret Realm is the best small Secret Realm of Yue Country, opened once every sixty years, jointly owned by Yue Country’s thirteen sects."

"Inside the Secret Realm, use your own methods, life and death are disregarded. Whatever is done inside cannot be pursued for accountability once outside."

"That said, it is strictly forbidden to kill among fellow disciples of the same sect. Mr. Shen, I do not care who you are, nor what purpose you have for entering the Spirit Stream Secret Realm, or what opportunities you seek."

"I have agreed with your elders. You are responsible for your own life and death; you must not attack Taiyi Sect disciples and should try not to kill any of the Yue Country sect’s disciples within the Spirit Stream Secret Realm."

Under the Taiyi Sect Leader’s request, Shen Xuan made an oath to the Heavenly Dao.

Of course, the last condition was just to try as best as possible.

The Taiyi Sect Leader still understood reason.

In life-and-death moments, everyone prioritizes their own survival.

Every sixty years, Yue Country’s sect competition is intensely contested.

The thirteen sects of Yue Country only release three hundred spots in total.

Inside the Secret Realm, life and death are disregarded!

It concerns the path of cultivation, even among sect brothers, all means can be fully utilized within the Secret Realm, and the sect will not pursue.

After exiting the Secret Realm, private vendettas and grudges from inside must not be pursued; they are written off.

This is why every experience in the Secret Realm results in around thirty percent losses.

But so what?

Compared to Core Formation opportunities, what is there to fear about this little risk!

Such opportunities are not to be missed by sect prodigies aiming for Core Formation.

Their abilities are outstanding.

Basically, they can retreat unharmed.

Within the Spirit Stream Secret Realm, all the demon birds, demon beasts, and demon insects do not exceed Tier Three.

The so-called Core Formation opportunities, such as Golden Transformation Pill materials, Core Formation Spiritual Objects, held no interest for Shen Xuan.

He only wanted to collect enough Taichu True Water.

Back then, Tian Wenxi entered the Spirit Stream Secret Realm initially seeking a special Spirit Plant.

By fortune, he discovered some Taichu True Water.

Within the core area of the Spirit Stream Secret Realm forest, there is a hidden valley pathway that leads to a mysterious underground world.

That place is filled with dangers, gathering various strange demon creatures.

With bizarre forms and mysterious skills.

Even with Tian Wenxi’s abilities.

He only explored a few dozen miles, obtained some Taichu True Water, and had to hastily retreat.

This shows the perilous nature of the place.

"Taichu True Water is crucial for me to break through to the Divine Power Realm, and potentially condensing a Nascent Soul in the future; I must obtain it."

Shen Xuan’s gaze swept around, his Divine Thought spreading like a tide, instantly covering dozens of miles.

As recorded in the books, the teleportation was indeed random.

The vast world around, as far as the eye could see, besides himself, he could not sense any presence of other cultivators.

Only the rustling sound of the breeze over the grass rendered the area more empty and desolate.

"This is perfect, it saves a lot of trouble."

Shen Xuan hesitated no longer, with a flick of his sleeve, an unremarkable insect bag on his waist opened.

"Buzz."

A dense black cloud rushed out, it was none other than tens of thousands of Shadow-devouring Demon Insects.

Shen Xuan had nurtured them for over a hundred years.

Now, the two leaders had reached the late stage of Tier Two.

Among them were over a hundred early Tier Two.

The rest were mostly late Tier One.

Although their combat strength was weak, they could be useful in specific scenarios.

The Shadow-devouring Demon Insects fluttered their wings, emitting a low buzzing sound, gathering and dispersing unpredictably in the air.

A slight movement of Shen Xuan’s Divine Thought issued a command.

The insect cloud immediately dispersed, advancing forward in a fan shape.

Like a vast sensing net, it fed back all subtle movements ahead to Shen Xuan’s Sea of Consciousness in real-time.

Shen Xuan followed unhurriedly behind the insect cloud, his figure flickering through the verdant ancient woods, quickly disappearing into the depths of the Secret Realm.

He avoided the usual Spirit Medicine collection areas, heading straight in the direction marked as the dark forest on the map.

That place is the core of the Spirit Stream Secret Realm.

...

Outside the Spirit Stream Secret Realm.

Thirteen Sect’s Spaceships floated silently.

In front of the great mountains.

Thirteen Golden Core Sect Leader True Masters sat cross-legged, breathing with eyes closed.

Seemingly peaceful, but their Divine Senses already enveloped the surroundings.

They were both waiting for their disciples to return and standing guard over the Secret Realm’s entrance.