God Destroying Pearl

As a slight spatial fluctuation and dizziness gradually dissipated, Song Yun's feet finally stepped firmly on the solid ground outside the Tianyuan Secret Realm.

Song Yun's eyes moved around, carefully taking in everything around him.

His eyes inadvertently swept across the crowd, and suddenly, a familiar figure jumped into his sight—Kui Tian, ​​a talented disciple of the Divine Sword Sect. He was so awe-inspiring in his sword spirit that he stood out even among the many disciples of this sect.

Kuitian's eyes were deep and sharp, as if he could see through people's hearts. He looked in the direction of Song Yun, and a complex emotion flashed in his eyes, including recognition of Song Yun's strength and a subtle competitive intent.

Seeing this, Song Yun shrugged lightly, with a faint smile on his face, as if telling Kui Tian: "I don't care, you can do whatever you want."

Afterwards, Song Yun turned his gaze to the gathering place of the Beast Taming Sect, where many disciples dressed in green clothes and smiling on their faces gathered. Obviously, they were also happy to be able to return safely.

In this green ocean, Song Yun quickly found his good friends Liu Wu and Nan Yi from the Beast Taming Sect.

Liu Wu is a man of sturdy build, with a simple smile on his face; while Nan Yi is more alert and agile, with a pair of eyes that seem to be able to see through everything in the world, and he is excitedly chatting with his fellow disciples around him.

Seeing that his two good friends were safe and sound, Song Yun felt a warm feeling in his heart.

He smiled and waved to them, his face filled with sincerity and joy.

Liu Wu and Nan Yi from the Beast Taming Sect also noticed Song Yun almost at the same time. A hint of surprise flashed in their eyes, and then they waved to Song Yun at the same time, their smiles as bright as the sun.

Their smiles seemed to be the best interpretation of this shared experience and the best proof of their deep friendship with each other.

Suddenly, Song Yun's heart seemed to be touched by an inexplicable sensation. He turned around involuntarily, and his eyes finally fell on the gathering place of the disciples of the Liehuo Sect.

There, the flaming red robes sparkled in the sun.

Song Yun's gaze fell particularly on Zhao Li of the Liehuo Sect. This outstanding disciple of the Liehuo Sect was talking with their leader. He raised his hand from time to time, and his fingertips seemed to be pointing in his direction.

This scene caused ripples in Song Yun's heart. He frowned slightly and thought secretly in his heart.

"At this moment, what is Zhao Li's intention behind this action? Is it a simple exchange, or is he making some kind of evaluation of himself?"

Although Song Yun had some doubts in his heart, he changed his mind and decided that in the secret realm, everyone relied on their own abilities. After coming out, they could put aside their grudges for the time being. What was more important was to reunite with fellow disciples in the sect.

So, Song Yun shook his head gently, put this doubt aside for the time being, and turned around to look for the figure of Qingyun Sect's disciples.

After passing several groups of disciples who were having animated conversations, he finally saw the familiar green color - the disciples of Qingyun Sect were gathered together, some sitting and some standing, their faces filled with the joy of returning home.

A warm smile appeared on Song Yun's face. He quickened his pace and walked towards where the disciples of Qingyun Sect were.

The moment he saw Qingyun Sect's leader Wang Yiming, Song Yun's heart was filled with indescribable excitement and awe.

He knew very well that this master was not only the leader of the sect, but also his guide on the path of cultivation.

Therefore, he straightened his clothes respectfully, took a deep breath, stepped forward, walked in front of Wang Yiming, bowed, and said in a steady and powerful voice: "Disciple Song Yun, meet the master."

Wang Yiming was wearing the unique green robe of Qingyun Sect, with his sleeves fluttering in the wind, as if he could fly away at any time.

When he saw Song Yun, a satisfied smile appeared on his face, and his deep eyes revealed his approval of his disciple.

"Okay, good." Wang Yiming nodded slightly, his voice gentle but powerful, and every word seemed to contain endless profound meaning.

Then, Wang Yiming waved his sleeves lightly, and a gentle force lifted Song Yun up, indicating that he did not need to be polite.

He said gently: "Song Yun, you have had a hard time in this secret realm, please take a rest for a while."

Song Yun responded, "Yes, disciple obeys your command."

Afterwards, at the signal of Sect Leader Wang Yiming, Song Yun walked aside and found a relatively quiet place to sit down.

Time passed slowly like fine sand. About a quarter of an hour later, the entrance to the Tianyuan Secret Realm disappeared, and no more disciples appeared.

This brief period of calm caused different ripples in everyone's heart.

Song Yun's eyes shuttled through the crowd, carefully observing the reactions of each sect, thinking secretly in his heart.

He noticed that the situations of other sects varied, but without exception, they all suffered losses to varying degrees.

Although some sects did not suffer great losses, solemnity and sadness were written on the faces of every disciple, and they were obviously unable to come to terms with the fact that not all of their members had returned.

The situation in the Liehuo Sect was particularly dire. The originally mighty team of more than 200 people was now reduced to just over a hundred scattered disciples.

Such a result was undoubtedly a heavy blow to the Liehuo Sect.

In comparison, more than one hundred people from Qingyun Sect entered, and although not all of them returned, the survival rate of more than seventy people is rare among many sects.

Song Yun looked at the leader of Qingyun Sect. Although there was a trace of regret on the leader's face, he was more recognized and pleased with the bravery and fearlessness of his disciples.

Obviously, the leader was able to accept this result and was even satisfied with it to a certain extent.

Song Yun couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

He understood that every adventure and experience was a test of his disciples' will and ability.

Just as Wang Yiming, the leader of Qingyun Sect, was about to announce the departure and let the sect disciples board the Qingyun ship and embark on the return journey, a sudden change broke the tranquility of the scene.

The leader of the Liehuo Sect, Zhou Song, a burly, stern-faced middle-aged man, brought his sect disciple Zhao Li and walked straight to Song Yun with steady steps.

Zhou Song's eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, staring straight at Song Yun, with unquestionable majesty in his tone: "Boy, you are very capable. You can actually kill the beloved disciple of the second elder of my sect?" This sentence was like a huge rock thrown into a calm lake, instantly stirring up waves.

The disciples around him looked at him with surprise and curiosity, and there was a lot of discussion.

When Song Yun heard this, he was shocked in his heart but he remained calm.

He was about to explain, but was interrupted by Zhou Song waving his hand.

Zhou Song's eyes flashed with a hint of coldness, and he continued, "You don't have to rush to refute. My disciples of the Fiery Flame Sect found traces of a battle deep in the forest in the secret realm, and there were strong fluctuations of thunder magic left at the scene. After a careful investigation, we found that the traces of thunder magic are very similar to the technique you practiced. In the entire secret realm, you are the only one who has practiced such a powerful thunder method."

Having said that, the aura around Zhou Song suddenly became heavy, and an invisible pressure pressed towards Song Yun like a mountain.