Mythical Cultivation

"Brother Dongfang, Brother Liu, there are still three days before the conference starts! We might as well wait patiently. Maybe the Nangong family will arrive here tomorrow. Why should we worry about him? Don't waste time. Let's start discussing the Dao quickly and wait for the Nangong family at the same time." Zheng Shuguang, the eldest elder of the Zheng family, said with a relaxed look.

Upon hearing this, the others echoed their agreement. After all, whether the Nangong family members arrived or not was of little concern to them; the discussion of the Dao was more crucial—as it directly impacted their own cultivation advancement. Seeing no one interested in continuing the discussion, Elder Dongfang simply went along with it and stopped talking about it.

Time flew by, and just two days passed in a flash. By this moment, the number of cultivators gathered on this land had far exceeded ten thousand! Originally, the area where Wu Ming and his few companions were located seemed quite remote, but now cultivators were everywhere. Thankfully, everyone showed considerable restraint, and no one deliberately provoked trouble. However, at dusk the next day, the cultivators of the Nangong family finally arrived. Strangely, the leading Nangong elder's expression seemed a little strange, raising the question of what had happened.

"No way, the cultivators from the Nangong family actually outnumber those from our Qingyun Sect?"

Hou Tiancheng was a little surprised when he saw that there were thousands of cultivators getting on and off the spirit boat.

"What's the point of having a large number of people? Look at them. Most of them are cultivators in the middle stage of Qi Refining, and less than 30% are cultivators in the late stage of Qi Refining."

Mei Lingshuang was usually taciturn, but that didn't mean she wasn't perceptive. When she saw the situation, she immediately understood their strengths and weaknesses. At that moment, she silently calculated the cultivation levels of the disciples from the other major factions in Qingjiang County and wondered where she would rank if she were in their shoes.

Because the Qingyun Sect's disciples arrived later, by the time they arrived, the cultivators from the other major factions had already dispersed and merged into the crowd of tens of thousands. Therefore, the Qingyun Sect's members were unaware of the cultivation levels and numbers of the disciples from the other major factions. However, with the arrival of the Nangong Family cultivators, they had a rough idea of ​​the strength of the other major factions.

Aside from their own sect, the other major factions were equally powerful. By observing the Nangong family's cultivators, the Qingyun Sect's disciples could roughly gauge the situation of the other major factions. This gave them a clearer understanding of the overall situation.

Wu Ming also took over the conversation and said, "Senior Sister Mei is right. Although they are numerous, their cultivation levels vary. We don't need to be too afraid. However, we can't be careless because of this."

The tens of thousands of people present were observing the Nangong family cultivators with different intentions. Some were simply cautious, while others harbored malicious intent. However, none of this had anything to do with Wu Ming and the others.

On the afternoon of the third day, the sun blazed brightly, high in the sky. While none of them were immune to the elements, they were, after all, cultivators in the Qi Refining Stage, so the sunlight was no problem. Wu Ming and the others were cultivating while awaiting the opening of the secret realm when they heard a cry: "The secret realm has been opened! All disciples of the Qingyun Sect, assemble!" It was Elder Dongfang, standing in mid-air, shouting to the group. Immediately afterwards, elders from several other major factions began to gather their disciples, preparing to enter the secret realm.

"Reporting to Elder Dongfang, the disciples have gathered." An inner disciple beside him reported respectfully.

"Okay, I won't say any more. I hope you can find your own opportunities in the secret realm and return safely." Elder Dongfang said earnestly.

As soon as he finished speaking, he led everyone toward a pitch-black rift in mid-air. The rift, like the bloody maw of a giant beast in the darkness, emanated an unfathomable aura. This was the portal to the secret realm. Stepping through it would lead one into the Aoki Secret Realm and embark on an uncharted adventure.

While the major sects were still gathering in a tense and orderly manner, nearly half of the remaining cultivators were already impatiently rushing towards the teleportation portal in the sky. Among them were cultivators from various smaller factions, as well as solitary cultivators. Seeing the secret realm about to open, they were filled with anticipation and longing, naturally wanting to enter it as soon as possible to seize their own opportunity.

Faced with such a chaotic scene, the elders of the major factions did not intervene or intervene. They were well aware of the intentions of these smaller factions and independent cultivators, and understood that this was unavoidable. Therefore, they chose to remain silent, allowing these people to enter the secret realm first.

After most people entered, Elder Dongfang finally spoke: "Okay, everyone go in! I hope you can gain something in this secret realm and realize your wishes." After that, he sat quietly in the air, as if silently praying for everyone.

Everyone was excited when they heard they could enter. However, Wu Ming reminded them again: "Remember, once you enter the secret realm, put everything else aside. Our first priority is to find each other as quickly as possible and gather together. Only by uniting together can we better cope with various challenges and dangers."

Wu Ming's words made everyone's heart tighten. They understood the deeper meaning behind his words. Without hesitation, everyone flew towards the massive crack. Each one, carrying dreams and hopes, embarked on a journey into an unknown and mysterious realm.

The others nodded in agreement and followed the others into the crack. The moment Wu Ming stepped into the pitch-black crevice, he noticed that the others behind him had suddenly vanished without a trace, leaving him alone in the darkness. A strong sense of loneliness washed over him, but fortunately, it only lasted a few breaths. Then, a slight dizziness came over him, and he found himself in a completely new environment.

What you see is a wild and untamed land, as if time has stood still. Here, there are only endless wastelands and jagged mountains. The land has a primitive and rugged atmosphere, as if it has never been set foot by humans.

Amidst this untamed landscape, the sky seemed exceptionally high and vast. Clouds drifted across the heavens, shifting shapes and colors, sometimes as white and soft as a flock of sheep, sometimes as brilliant and dazzling as flames. Sunlight filtered through the clouds, creating dappled light and shadows that imbued the world with a mystical aura.

The mountains in the distance stretch out in a continuous, undulating pattern, like a sleeping dragon winding its way into the distance. The peaks are steep and towering, and the cliffs are sheer and precipitous, giving people an endless sense of oppression. The mountains are filled with mist, making it difficult to see their true appearance, adding a mysterious atmosphere.