Book 2: Chapter 215: A New Core Formation Method, and the Secret of the Secret Realm |
Vol 2 Chapter 215: A New Core Formation Method, and the Secret of the Secret Realm
“Ranking the Heavenly Gang and Earthly Fiend Qi?” Xiao Yuying asked after hearing Zheng Fa’s idea. “What’s the point of that?”
They were gathered at Senior Sister Zhang’s courtyard—not just Zheng Fa and the two women, but Martial Uncle Pang, Old Yuan, and several others. Everyone was listening intently to the conversation.
Zheng Fa’s Core Formation wasn’t just his personal affair—it was directly tied to the future of the Jiushan Realm.
Everyone took it very seriously.
“In the past, understanding of Heavenly Gang and Earthly Fiend Qi in the Xuanyi Realm was mostly qualitative,” Zheng Fa explained. “But if we want to apply the theories developed through Golden Core Engineering, we need to understand them quantitatively.”
The core principle behind Golden Core Engineering was actually quite simple: most calculations in nuclear reactions revolve around balancing atomic mass.
The problem was, the atomic mass of Gang and Fiend Qi hadn’t ever been measured in the Xuanyi Realm.
In Zheng Fa’s view, measuring their atomic mass wasn’t just useful for his own Core Formation—it was a fundamental step required by Golden Core Engineering.
Gang and Fiend Qi weren’t quite the same as hydrogen or helium in the modern world—they contained Spiritual Energy.
In other words, they were a kind of Spiritual Material, just with unique properties.
Zheng Fa had his own theory:
Spiritual Energy’s effect on matter was both good and bad.
The downside? It interfered with electromagnetic waves.
The upside? It could help maintain certain exotic states of matter.
Gang and Fiend Qi, for instance, existed stably even while reacting violently around a forming Golden Core. That might be thanks to Spiritual Energy.
—
Since Senior Sister Zhang liked water, her courtyard was beside a lake. Zheng Fa walked to the lakeside, channeled his Spiritual Energy, and released a thin arc of lightning into the water.
Through the perspective of the Void-Seeking Spirit Eyes, two streams of light—one heavy, one light—rose slowly from the lake.
Because of their limited scientific understanding, no one realized…
He was electrolyzing water to extract hydrogen.
Of course, he wasn’t trying to use hydrogen gas to replace Heavenly Gang Qi—that stuff would probably explode the moment it got near a Core. But it made an excellent standard reference...
With it as a baseline, measuring the atomic mass of Gang Qi became much easier.
Zheng Fa briefly explained his plan to the others:
Step one—measure the atomic mass of the raw and output particles in the Shenxiao Golden Core reaction.
Step two—identify the Heavenly Gang Qi closest in behavior to hydrogen particles.
Step three—swap out the Gang Qi in the Shenxiao Golden Core for the new one.
Naturally, he'd also need to refine an External Pill first to test the method.
When he finished speaking, everyone had a different reaction:
Senior Sister Zhang seemed to have a flash of insight—she understood.
Senior Sister Yuan looked innocent and lost—clearly didn’t understand.
Xiao Yuying… Zheng Fa glanced at her—she was pretending to understand.
Old Yuan and the others? Half-comprehending at best. But Zheng Fa’s previous achievements with Golden Core Engineering had earned him some credit.
As for the confusion?
Not the first time. Get used to it.
Zheng Fa’s method for measuring atomic mass was indeed similar to that of a mass spectrometer—he’d ionize different types of Gang Qi and observe how they behaved in an electromagnetic field to determine their mass-to-charge ratio.
Once he had the charge, calculating the atomic mass was straightforward.
And when it came to charge sensitivity…
Xiao Yuying was extremely good at that.
Which was why Zheng Fa hadn’t hidden anything from her. Not only did he trust her somewhat—she was incredibly useful for this step.
—
Days later, Zheng Fa stared at a drifting cloud of clear energy. It was unstable, swirling with vast amounts of Spiritual Energy.
“The Primordial Gang Qi—one of the Thirty-Six Heavenly Gangs… this is the one you need?” asked Senior Sister Zhang.
The Xuanyi Realm had always spoken of Thirty-Six Heavenly Gangs and Seventy-Two Earthly Fiends. Zheng Fa had tested them all.
According to the measurements, the Gang Qi most similar to hydrogen was this—Primordial Gang Qi.
A fitting name.
Hydrogen could indeed be called the origin of all atoms.
Zheng Fa shook off his distracting thoughts and began circulating his Spiritual Energy using the Shenxiao Golden Core’s method for gathering Gang Qi.
The Primordial Gang Qi transformed into a soft mist, enveloping him, entering through his mouth and nose, flowing all the way down to his Dantian.
There, the Fusang Tree’s fruit had turned a deep crimson, like a translucent ruby, glowing faintly—nearly ripe.
The Gang Qi seemed to know its way, flowing straight to the fruit and forming a frosty layer over its surface.
The next moment—
A blinding golden light burst from the Fusang Fruit, illuminating Zheng Fa’s Dantian and internal meridians.
When the light faded, the Primordial Gang Qi was gone.
Inside the fruit, faint golden flames flickered—tiny, yet dazzling.
“It’s been absorbed…” Zheng Fa was thrilled. This meant his theory was correct—the Fusang Fruit’s uniqueness lay in its natural compatibility with proton-based reactions.
Though clearly, this little bit of Gang Qi wasn’t enough. From the faint impression in his heart, it would take a lot more to fully mature it…
“How do you feel?” asked Senior Sister Zhang, concerned.
“I think… it worked.”
Zheng Fa nodded and smiled.
Before Zhang could respond, Xiao Yuying’s expression had already turned strange.
She had followed his instructions, but the whole thing still felt like a dream.
She knew better than anyone just how hard it was to modify an upper-grade Golden Core method...
Like she had said before—her path had been smooth since childhood, but she’d been stuck at Core Formation for nearly a hundred years.
There was something she hadn’t mentioned in her jade slip:
At first, she too had wanted to forge her own path—find a method tailored to her unique body.
But year after year passed… and still she lacked that one spark of insight.
In the end, her Master couldn’t bear it and gifted her the Nine-Leaf Bodhi Seed.
That item was already a rare treasure in the Xuanyi Realm. If not for her Master being at the Soul Formation stage and having only one personal disciple, it would’ve been impossible.
Even so, the resources and favors it cost were massive…
But Zheng Fa? This whole weird and unorthodox process of his… might actually work?
“Do you… have some kind of enlightenment treasure too?” Xiao Yuying asked.
Zheng Fa glanced at her, thought for a moment, and replied, “I’ve got something better.”
In the end, a Bodhi Seed might not compare to the wisdom of an entire world.
The recognition that matter is made of atoms…
That path had taken modern humanity thousands of years.
Scientific methodology—built generation after generation by countless minds.
What looked like “a few days” in Xiao Yuying’s eyes, was in fact built upon the foundations laid by generations of scholars in his previous world.
He didn’t think the Bodhi Seed was more valuable than that.
That, perhaps, was the essential difference between him and cultivators of the Xuanyi Realm.
The Bodhi Seed’s function, by Xiao Yuying’s own description, was to let someone contemplate a question a million times in an instant…
Whereas Zheng Fa’s approach to building Jiushan Realm was like having a million people think about the same question together.
Which was better? Even Zheng Fa couldn’t say.
But he knew one thing: he didn’t have her privileges—this was his only path.
Xiao Yuying gave a quiet nod, looking more at peace. After a while, she sighed. “Maybe… I wasn’t a great person before.”
“Hmm?”
Zheng Fa blinked, not following her train of thought.
“I used to think everyone else was just petty…” she said, looking up, as if recalling the past.
“…”
“But after meeting you… I think I get it now.”
…Watching her reflect with such emotion—yeah, getting metaphorically punched by life really does improve your empathy.
—
On University Island, next to the odd candied-hawthorn-shaped Alchemical Furnace, Zheng Fa and the others were once again refining the Divine Thunder External Pill.
This time, it wasn’t the students of the Golden Core Engineering team operating the furnace. Zheng Fa took the lead, assisted by Madam Xuanhua, while the disciples stood by to observe and learn.
Zheng Fa needed to familiarize himself with the Core Formation process.
Madam Xuanhua? She was just curious.
With her expertise and the team’s previous success, it didn’t take long before a brand-new Divine Thunder External Pill emerged from the furnace.
This one was even better than last time—its power approached that of a lower-grade Golden Core.
Holding it in his hand, Zheng Fa couldn’t help but smile:
Now he was sure—replacing the Heavenly Gang Qi with Primordial Gang Qi had worked!
Or rather—he had found a Golden Core method truly suited to him.
This new External Pill shone more brightly than the last. Its radiance lit up everyone’s faces, revealing a whole range of emotions.
No one spoke. It was as if even breathing would disturb the moment.
They just stared at the pill.
After a long silence, Martial Uncle Pang finally spoke: “So this… is Golden Core Engineering?”
Zheng Fa gave a small nod.
Using Golden Core Engineering to simplify core formation for all cultivators, and even let them create methods uniquely suited to themselves…
He had said this from the start—but only now did everyone truly grasp the weight of those words.
“No Nine-Leaf Bodhi Seed…” murmured Xiao Yuying.
“No Dao Comprehension Physique…” Martial Uncle Pang added.
“And it only took… a month?” Old Yuan counted the days on his fingers, a pained expression spreading across his face.
“With Shenxiao Golden Core now updated, we should begin reviewing the other eleven Core Formation methods in the sect,” said Senior Sister Zhang, completely unfazed.
As she spoke, several of the observing disciples, especially those at peak Foundation Establishment, couldn’t hide their joy.
Xiao Yuying understood their excitement clearly—
It was as if everyone had their own Nine-Leaf Bodhi Seed, their own Dao Comprehension Physique…
Senior Sister Zhang turned to Zheng Fa and asked, “Are you planning to form your Core soon?”
Zheng Fa furrowed his brows in thought, then replied, “I have a feeling…”
“What kind of feeling?”
“That the Fusang Tree might require an enormous amount of **Primordial Gang Qi…”
The Fusang fruit had already absorbed some Primordial Gang Qi, but the change was minimal. That indicated it would take a tremendous amount for the fruit to fully ripen.
And in parallel, that meant the amount of Earthly Fiend Qi needed would also greatly exceed what was normally required for Core Formation.
Old Yuan paused, then nodded. “That’s not a bad thing. The more Heavenly Gang and Earthly Fiend Qi you absorb, the stronger your Golden Core’s power will be…”
Zheng Fa sighed. “But the problem is—the Jiushan Realm doesn’t produce Primordial Gang Qi. And the Fusang Tree needs a ridiculous amount of it. It’s going to cost a fortune.”
He hadn’t just modified the Heavenly Gang Qi required by the Shenxiao Golden Core. He’d also swapped out the Earthly Fiend Qi—mainly to save money—replacing it with Jiushan Realm’s own Nine Yin Thunder Fiend.
But Primordial Gang Qi? That had to be imported.
He’d have to check whether the Hundred Immortals Alliance or Wushuang Society had any stockpiles.
“Buy it!” Martial Uncle Pang declared immediately. “Whatever it takes, however much it costs! Even if Jiushan Sect has to go bankrupt—we’ll buy it!”
Everyone from Jiushan nodded in unison.
Even Xiao Yuying understood what that meant now—whether she liked Zheng Fa or not, at this point, his fate was tied to the Jiushan Realm’s future. And besides…
The significance of Golden Core Engineering for Jiushan Sect was obvious—even to an outsider like her.
“Since it’ll take some time to acquire Primordial Gang Qi,” Senior Sister Zhang suddenly said, “why don’t we head to Lake Changji first?”
Lake Changji was the secret realm left behind by Tianhe Venerable, the one Mu Qingyan had mentioned.
Everyone looked at her as she explained, “Since it’s his secret realm, there might be some rare treasures inside. It could help supplement Jiushan Sect’s funds.”
The others nodded thoughtfully.
“And besides… the longer we wait, the more uncertain things become.”
“That’s true. The disciples are mostly prepared anyway,” Martial Uncle Pang agreed with a slow nod.
They discussed the idea further and all felt it was a solid plan. Soon, everyone dispersed to make preparations.
Only Zheng Fa remained in the courtyard with Senior Sister Zhang.
“Senior Sister?”
“Mm?”
“Why did you suddenly bring up going to Lake Changji?”
Zheng Fa asked honestly. The proposal had felt sudden—almost too urgent.
“Tianhe Venerable… might’ve forged a new path during Core Formation.” Senior Sister Zhang was silent for a while before she answered.
“…I see.”
According to Elder Han, Tianhe Venerable had indeed possessed innate divine abilities like Zheng Fa.
Only by understanding a realm to its limits—beyond what any ordinary cultivator could grasp—would the Heavenly Dao respond…
Zheng Fa and Zhang had discussed before that, judging from the Life-bound Treasure method, the realm where Tianhe Venerable had likely achieved the highest mastery… was Core Formation.
“I want to go to Lake Changji… to see if he left behind any Core Formation inheritance.”
Zheng Fa blinked, a suspicion blooming in his heart.
“If I’m going to form my Core, I don’t want regrets. And if we can get our hands on Tianhe Venerable’s Golden Core method… maybe I can avoid walking a crooked path.”
The expression on Senior Sister Zhang’s face made it clear—this was no impulsive decision. She’d been thinking about this for a while and only brought it up now.
Zheng Fa had a surge of emotion.
Others might admire Golden Core Engineering for its success after success—convinced that Zheng Fa’s path was guaranteed.
But only Senior Sister Zhang…
Only she worried, doubted, overthought—even more than he did. She was striving for absolute certainty.
This kind of concern… he’d felt it from his mother before.
Now, there was one more person.
—
Lake Changji, 34,000 li southwest of the original Jiushan Sect.
The Xuanyi Realm was vast and boundless. According to what Zheng Fa had heard, it was broadly divided into two continents—east and west. The Hundred Immortals Alliance was in the western part of East Continent.
Lake Changji? That lay outside the Alliance’s original sphere of influence.
Zheng Fa flew aboard the Sun and Moon Bell for over a month before finally arriving near Lake Changji.
“For this secret realm expedition…”
Zheng Fa looked at the dozen or so cultivators assembled—his gaze lingered on Senior Sister Zhang’s face, and he couldn’t help but feel a headache.
“Senior Sister, you’re still injured, aren’t you?”
“I have to go,” she replied immediately. “Otherwise, how would the inside and outside stay in contact?”
Zheng Fa had no argument. By his plan, this team needed to maintain real-time communication with the Jiushan Realm. The best method was through…
The Investiture of the Gods.
Once entered into the Investiture, a person could not only resurrect as a god in the Jiushan Realm after death, but also stay in constant communication with Zheng Fa.
At present, only Senior Sister Zhang was recorded in the Investiture.
Others were willing—Senior Sister Yuan had even volunteered to go to Tianhe Venerable’s secret realm via the Investiture.
But… Zhang had refused.
“Senior Sister, did you bring enough Thunder Talismans?” Zheng Fa asked again.
“Plenty.”
“Is your injury fully healed?”
“As long as I don’t use the True Form Talisman of Mountains and Rivers, it’s no problem.”
That was her Life-bound Treasure, derived from the Nine Mountains. Once activated, she could wield Soul Formation-level power.
“Senior Sister, if things get dangerous, don’t push too hard. Your safety comes first.”
Zheng Fa still couldn’t relax and reminded her again.
Senior Sister Zhang nodded obediently.
Martial Aunt Huang’s expression turned a bit odd. She glanced at Zheng Fa…
All those words? Those were her lines!
Did her own disciple just… get himself a new dad?
—
Lake Changji wasn’t large—the longest part was just 120 li across, while the narrowest point was only 20 li. Long and winding, it looked like a badly forged sickle, full of chips and cracks.
But the place had a bit of a reputation.
Both cultivators and mortals in the area knew it well: the lake was notoriously strange.
No weeds on the lakebed. No fish in the water. No wind on the surface. No boats. No flowers or grass by the shore. No people living nearby.
The place had no signs of life whatsoever. Not even a breeze ever seemed to visit.
Hence the name—“Changji”, or Eternal Silence.
But in recent months, more and more cultivators had been gathering along its banks.
Some were alone. Some came in twos or threes. They stood by the lake, whispering in hushed tones, casting wary glances around.
Now and then, one would murmur the words “Tianhe Venerable,” before falling silent again—afraid others might hear.
Eventually, someone couldn’t hold it in any longer.
“Daoist Five Ghosts entered Lake Changji yesterday… and still hasn’t come out! What if he found some treasure and ran off?”
Instantly, a flurry of whispers broke out.
“Daoist Five Ghosts? He’s back!”
Someone sneered. Everyone looked over to see a burly, wild-looking cultivator grinning coldly.
“He’s back? We haven’t seen him.”
“Not him. But his Soul-Gathering Banner floated back.”
The man pointed to a distant embankment. Everyone rushed over to look—and sure enough, a tattered black banner was floating by the shore, completely devoid of Spiritual Light.
“That banner is his Life-bound Treasure…”
No one finished the sentence, but everyone understood.
Daoist Five Ghosts… was probably dead.
“Zhenren Golden Light, Sword Immortal Yulou… Twelve cultivators entered Lake Changji. Not a single one came back…”
Someone did a quick count, voice trembling slightly.
Everyone fell into silence.
“I was there when Daoist Five Ghosts entered,” someone said. “He was flying with his five ghost familiars—it was fine at first. But then, he suddenly turned midair… I thought he spotted something. But now… it seems he lost his sense of direction.”
“I saw it too. After that turn, he just disappeared…”
As the discussions grew more chaotic, an old cultivator stroked his beard and spoke up, “This lake’s weirdness… it’s more than just one formation. As for the rest, this old man can’t say.”
Everyone nodded—they clearly trusted the man’s judgment.
“You’re a Formation Master, Daoist Mu. Your eye for such things is beyond doubt.”
Someone flattered him.
Daoist Mu stroked his beard again and smiled. “After ten days of observing, I think I’ve got a handle on the formation in the lake… Now then, which fellow Daoist will explore it with me?”
Silence.
Total, awkward silence along the lake.
Daoist Mu’s smile slowly froze on his face.
—
At that moment, Senior Sister Zhang and Xiao Yuying arrived with the others. There were only about ten of them, the weakest being Mu Qingyan—all others were at least Foundation Establishment cultivators.
In contrast to the scattered cultivators already present, the Jiushan group was noticeably unified.
Senior Sister Zhang deliberately let Xiao Yuying take the lead—to show that she was in charge of this operation.
And Xiao Yuying did not hold back. She strode forward confidently—and the moment she saw Daoist Mu, she blinked in surprise.
“You’re still alive?”
“…”
Daoist Mu clearly recognized her too. He didn’t answer, but shot back, “You actually have friends now?”
“…”
Xiao Yuying didn’t even flinch. With strangers, she might’ve felt a bit embarrassed, but in front of Daoist Mu, her face was full of righteous indignation.
“Maybe I don’t have friends. But at least I don’t screw over my friends!”
“Slander!”
“Everyone knows that exploring secret realms with Daoist Mu is just a good way to get killed!”
“…”
“You go in alone, you come out alone. Ten people go in… you still come out alone,” Xiao Yuying said with a crooked smile.
Daoist Mu pursed his lips, clearly unable to refute that.
Some nearby cultivators recognized Xiao Yuying too, and their expressions turned dark—they were practically cursing in their hearts.
Daoist Mu was infamous for screwing over his teammates.
Xiao Yuying? Arguably worse. She didn’t backstab people, no—but she had a knack for dragging others into utter futility.
And now both these disasters were in the same secret realm?
What karmic debt had they incurred to deserve this?
“You’ve heard the rumors too, haven’t you? That this is Tianhe Venerable’s secret realm?” Daoist Mu changed the topic.
Behind Xiao Yuying, Mu Qingyan’s expression shifted slightly. Her brows furrowed, faint but visible.
Xiao Yuying nodded, face unreadable.
Daoist Mu glanced behind her and smiled. “Just so you know, this Lake Changji… is a bit strange.”
Xiao Yuying just smiled and said nothing. Instead, she glanced at Senior Sister Zhang.
Zhang waved her hand, and the Jiushan disciples behind her split into teams with practiced ease.
Some began digging soil near the lakeshore.
Some drew samples of lake water.
Others activated Void-Seeking Spirit Eyes, clearly observing the water's condition.
Two even pulled out Image Capture Talismans, appearing to document the entire process.
Everyone had a task. And it was clear—they were prepared and coordinated, almost too skilled for newcomers.
Senior Sister Zhang also activated Void-Seeking Spirit Eyes, scanning the surroundings vigilantly—especially the lake.
Once the samples were collected, Xiao Yuying waved her hand. A white jade tower ship flew out from her jade bracelet and gently landed on the lake’s surface.
The Jiushan disciples didn’t say a word to the others. They just boarded the ship, one by one. No one even gave an order.
Daoist Mu watched in a daze.
Wait a minute—they’re new here, right?
Why do they look like they’re coming home?
—
The white jade tower ship was one of Xiao Yuying’s personal treasures—ideal for this kind of environment, with both illusion-breaking and defensive capabilities.
It also had formations that blocked prying eyes and detection spells.
Mu Qingyan sat quietly on deck, deep in thought. Something clearly didn’t sit right with her.
After a long while, she looked toward Senior Sister Zhang, opened her mouth… and said nothing.
Zhang raised her brows, curious.
Instead of speaking, Mu Qingyan pulled out a Message Talisman—and after a moment’s hesitation, sent it directly to Zhang.
Zhang raised an eyebrow and accepted it.
—
Back in the Jiushan Realm, Zheng Fa and others were gathered in the main hall.
Before them floated the Investiture of the Gods, with a projected image of Senior Sister Zhang speaking to them.
“Mu Qingyan… says there’s something strange about Tianhe Venerable’s treasure. She suspects the rumors are being deliberately leaked.”
Zheng Fa frowned deeply.
“Did she say more?”
“No, but her expression was firm. She even used a Message Talisman on the ship. That level of caution… she’s not just spouting nonsense.”
Zheng Fa fell silent.
They had long known Mu Qingyan had secrets. So this warning… felt credible.
“Senior Sister, maybe you should return?” he suggested.
Zhang shook her head. “Without evidence, pulling out now would only draw more suspicion. And besides, this isn’t the first time Tianhe’s secret realm has appeared. There have been confirmed accounts of people obtaining treasures.”
Zheng Fa pulled a wry face. He couldn’t argue with that.
“Just be careful then…”
He reminded her again, unable to help himself.
As her projected form fell still, clearly focused elsewhere, Zheng Fa turned to Martial Uncle Pang and the others.
They all frowned, lost in thought.
“Tianhe’s relic…” Zheng Fa finally said. “If someone really is luring people in there on purpose… it can only be a few suspects.”
He didn’t name names, but Old Yuan nodded grimly.
Tianhe Venerable’s background was mostly a secret in the broader Xuanyi Realm—but the top brass of Jiushan Realm knew the gist.
“The Demonic Sects, those Demon Ancestors definitely had a grudge against Tianhe…”
“The Five Great Sects of the Xuanyi Realm… even Tianhe Sect itself was probably an enemy.”
Hearing that, even Zheng Fa could only smile bitterly.
Tianhe Venerable had left nothing but enemies behind.
“From now on, we’ll have to be very cautious when encountering his ruins,” Zheng Fa sighed.
—
A hundred meters away from Lake Changji, two indistinct figures stood in the air, their faces obscured. They watched the white jade tower ship float into the lake.
They hadn’t bothered to hide their presence—but neither Senior Sister Zhang nor Xiao Yuying had noticed them.
“Daozi… What’s actually inside that ruin?” one of them asked.
“Told you already—I’m no longer a Daozi,” the other replied.
“The info that was leaked is accurate. The treasures and techniques left behind by Tianhe Zhenren—I handpicked them myself. They’re worth a fair amount of Spirit Stones.”
“Then… why?”
The first man stumbled over his words. He didn’t get it.
“Since the beginning of this era, we’ve been setting up secret realms like this one,” the second figure said. “Even the formations mimic Tianhe Venerable’s style. Every one of them—completely real. The treasures too.”
The first man fell silent, seemingly shaken by the realization that the Five Great Sects of the Xuanyi Realm had been running an elaborate setup for hundreds of thousands of years…
Then the voice came again, now with a hint of amusement.
“We’re looking for someone.”
“…Looking for someone? Who?”
“I don’t know,” the second figure said. “But every Soul Formation expert from the Five Great Sects and the major Demonic Sects is doing the same thing.”
“I only learned of it after my own Soul Formation breakthrough. I left seclusion for two reasons—one, for the Great Freedom Demonic Sect… and two, for this.”
The other fell completely silent.
The implications were staggering.
Both righteous and demonic sects had been searching… together… for an entire era.
He didn’t dare ask who. Didn’t even want to know.
They watched as Xiao Yuying’s white jade tower ship moved steadily into Lake Changji.
The first figure asked, “Dao… Zhenren Chengkong, when you set up this secret realm… did you tell them anything?”
He pointed toward the Jiushan disciples, who were deftly dismantling layers of illusions and formations as if it were second nature.
“…”
Zhenren Chengkong stared at their absurdly smooth movements, stunned into silence.
Clearly, even he had no idea why they were so damn good at this.
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