Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
“The mystical mansion derives its strength from the enchanting powers of this monk. What we encountered within the ethereal realm encapsulates his most vivid memories.”
“None of this corresponds to the Shenyou Continent. Your Patriarch must have ventured into the Second World, where even mightier beings dwell.”
Subconsciously, the disciples of the Three Pure Ones held her in high esteem. While the Three Pure Ones may hold power within the court, their Patriarchs had never been granted such an opportunity!
Di Hongyun and the Head of the Undead Race were equally astounded by the disciples’ revelations. The Head of the Undead Race, in particular, was profoundly taken aback—could it be that the ancient monk’s sacred abode hailed from the Second World?
His sanctified dwelling…
It could very well be the key to his regaining his former prowess!
The Head of the Undead Race grew increasingly excited.
This young lady had not deceived him!
The mystical realm concealed countless secrets!
“What exactly is this Second World?” Gu Chaoyan inquired, her confusion evident.
“The Second World is a realm teeming with masters. We, in parison, are mere ants there, struggling to survive. It’s not a place just anyone can venture into. Those who return from the Second World emerge as the mightiest among us. Nevertheless, neither you nor I possess the qualifications,” the disciples of the Three Pure Ones explained, their knowledge limited, unwilling to reveal any further trepidation.
With the topic exhausted, silence descended upon them.
For them, the Second World remained an enigma too vast to fathom, shrouded in mystery and devoid of specific details, rendering them unable to further discuss it.
Even Gu Chaoyan hadn’t contemplated the notion of the elusive Second World. It held no relevance to her immediate concerns. At present, her primary objective was to elevate her own cultivation, enabling her to locate Pei Yueling and acquire the One Origin Grass.
Nonetheless, the revelation that the Patriarch of the Supreme Sect had ventured into the Second World gnawed at her. This implied that their journey through the mystic realm would be exceptionally challenging.
Subconsciously, Gu Chaoyan sensed the importance of unity within the confines of the mystic realm’s treacherous terrain, where escape might prove impossible in times of danger.
“Let’s first locate the others,” Gu Chaoyan asserted, her voice tinged with concern. “The mystic realm is fraught with peril.”
The disciples of the Three Pure Ones offered no resistance; they unanimously concurred with her assessment.
The recent events had left them disconcerted and disheartened. They had e to the Supreme Sect with the belief that the mystic realm of the Supreme Sect posed little threat and constituted an easily acplished mission. Yet…
As they set out in search of their missing panions…
Suddenly, a piercing cry erupted from a nearby direction.
“Someone’s in trouble!” Gu Chaoyan declared resolutely, her instincts propelling her toward the source of the distress.
The disciples of the Three Pure Ones hesitated, torn between the urge to assist and the apprehension of encountering danger themselves. They chose to observe for a moment longer.
However, as they deliberated, a startling development unfolded.
Upon closer inspection, they witnessed the stone statues in the vicinity ing to life, infiltrating the city.
Those figures were not ordinary statues!
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