Immortals Step into Heaven

Zheng Yuan casually glanced at the group, his eyes instantly drawn to a woman. She was breathtakingly beautiful, with skin as white as snow, captivating eyes, and lips radiantly crimson. Her alluring aura, like a flower blooming amidst a blazing fire, held a passionate beauty yet an allure that drew one in. She stood out among the Shura Sect disciples. It was Siqin. Soon after, the Shura Sect members also chose a place to stay.

Then, the Tianshui Sect's flying boat slowly drifted in from the horizon like a vast aquamarine cloud. A faint mist enveloped the craft, refracting the sunlight, emitting a dreamy, iridescent glow, like countless tiny gemstones inlaid within. The mist seemed to possess a spirit. As the boat drew closer, the silhouettes of the Tianshui Sect disciples gradually became clearer. Their robes fluttered, their expressions composed, embodying the demeanor of a distinguished clan.

Shui Yinyin and Shui Changyun were also among them.

The Withered Wood Sect's flying boat followed closely behind, like a skyward fortress. Its exterior resembled a patchwork of giant, dead trees, their mottled marks and strange veins etched with time, as if telling a story from a distant past. Vines entwined the dead trees, some still draped with withered leaves, rustling in the wind. The Withered Wood Sect disciples aboard the flying boat wore solemn expressions, atop this unique craft, carrying the majesty of an ancient sect.

The Demon Cloud Sect's flying boat swept in like a vast black cloud, its surface swirling with demonic clouds and faint flashes of lightning. The disciples of the Demon Cloud Sect stood aboard, their eyes gleaming with an eerie light. They wore black robes, their demonic patterns shimmering with the surging demonic clouds, emanating a chilling aura. As the boat approached, those on the ground unconsciously tightened their grip on their magical instruments, staring warily in the direction of the Demon Cloud Sect. The disciples, however, wore a faint smile of disdain, seemingly pleased with the reactions of their surroundings. When the boat finally landed in the open, the disciples filed out, their footsteps landing soundlessly.

The Corpse Refining Sect's flying boat then appeared. It looked as if it were made of countless bones, a ghastly paleness. As the boat moved, a faint smell of corpses filled the air, and low-level zombies could be seen swaying in the corners. The Corpse Refining Sect's members wore aloof expressions, seemingly unconcerned with their surroundings, quietly waiting for the boat to land.

As the flying boat slowly descended, the corpse aura grew thicker, as if the surrounding air were infused with the breath of death, becoming icy and heavy. Some timid disciples couldn't help but cover their mouths and noses, expressions of terror on their faces.

When the flying boat touched the ground, a grinding sound rang out, like a wail from the depths of hell. The disciples of the Corpse Refining Sect disembarked one after another, their steps stiff yet perfectly aligned, each one akin to stepping on the hearts of the crowd.

The Fire Demon Sect's flying boat was like a blazing flame, its high temperature scorching the surrounding air and causing it to distort. The flying boat was engraved with mysterious flame runes, and as the runes flickered, the flames leaped more violently. The Fire Demon Sect's disciples were surrounded by flames, their faces filled with enthusiasm, as if they were full of anticipation for the upcoming action.

The flying boat was getting closer and closer, and the scorching heat spread out in waves like surging waves. Beads of sweat appeared on the foreheads of many people. Even if they used their internal energy to resist, they could still feel the domineering power of the flames.

When the Fire Demon Sect's flying boat landed, there was a roar like a volcanic eruption, scorching the surrounding land to a crisp. The flames in the Fire Demon Sect's disciples not only remained undimmed, but intensified. They were like gods of war born from the flames of fire, the fervor in their eyes almost tangible.

They laughed and shouted, and the sound seemed particularly arrogant amid the roar of the flames, making the disciples of other sects both afraid and envious of their fearless spirit. It was as if in their eyes, nothing could stop them from seizing the opportunity in this action.

Zheng Yuan looked at these demon cultivators and couldn't help but shake his head. They truly acted on impulse. They were like unbridled horses, wantonly unleashing their own power and desires, completely disregarding the feelings of others and the potential chaos they might cause.

In the eyes of these demon cultivators, there seemed to be no constraints of rules, only the pursuit of power and the satisfaction of their own preferences. This style of behavior was very different from the philosophy followed by Zheng Yuan, which made him sigh secretly in his heart.

When all the powerful sects had gathered, the roars of beasts could be heard from the Back Demonic Beast Mountain Range. The roars rolled in like thunder, shaking the earth slightly.

Each roar held immense majesty, as if it were a warning from the Monster Mountain Range to these uninvited guests. Some disciples' faces instantly turned pale, and they gripped their magical instruments even tighter. The experienced warriors, however, had solemn expressions, their gazes fixed intently on the mountain range.

Just as everyone was tense from the roars of beasts emanating from the Monster Mountain Range, Master Shura, a Nascent Soul cultivator from the Shura Sect, stepped forward. He was tall and burly, exuding a powerful sense of oppression. He glanced at the crowd with a dignified gaze and said, "Don't panic, everyone."

Although demonic beasts are involved in this journey into the secret realm, they are merely a part of it. Our various sects have gathered here, and their strength cannot be underestimated. As long as we all work together and respond with caution, there's no need to be overly nervous. His voice, like a mighty bell, resonated in everyone's ears, calming some of the nervous disciples.

Immediately afterwards, Tianshui Sect's Nascent Soul cultivator, Master Tianshui, also spoke slowly. He had a thin face, a serious expression, and his eyes revealed unquestionable majesty.

He said, "Whatever you have obtained in the Yunlong Sect's secret realm, whether it's rare magical treasures, uncommon spiritual herbs, or other valuable items, you must share it with the other major sects. You can exchange it for contribution points or for equivalent value. This is the rule of our operation; no one is allowed to keep anything private."

Anyone who violates this rule will be punished by the combined efforts of all sects. If it's a secret manual, you can keep a copy for yourself. I hope you all will keep this in mind and not let greed ruin the overall situation. His words echoed in the air, reminding everyone that this journey into the secret realm was not only fraught with the threat of demonic beasts, but also bound by rules.

Many of the cultivators in the Qi Refining and Foundation Building stages present couldn't help but change their expressions when they heard this. However, most of them quickly regained their composure after a moment's reflection. They felt fortunate to have received this opportunity, and it wasn't impossible to exchange the items inside for something they needed.

Then the Golden Spirit Eagle arrived with the two-headed snake, the blue cloud bird, the black panther, and the three-headed golden elixir monster.