Chapter 82: Upper Realm Cultivators

The nine-colored divine light, brilliant as a heavenly pillar, erupted from the end of the distant horizon, soaring straight into the clouds.

It didn’t just light up the sky; it broke through the ancient and stable world barrier of the Sacred Martial Continent, connecting with the Chaos of the outside world and causing the stars to sway.

A vast Aura originating from the primordial era, accompanied by a Soul-shaking Divine Might, swept across the entire Sacred Martial Continent like a tide.

Under this Divine Might, all living beings felt their own insignificance, like mere dust.

Primordial Holy Land!

Ji Siyu was in her Quiet Chamber comprehending a Cultivation Technique when her heart suddenly jolted. An indescribable palpitation surged from the depths of her Soul.

She snapped her beautiful eyes open and flickered out of the room in an instant.

Looking up, the distant nine-colored pillar of light connecting heaven and earth came into view. The Void Realm around the pillar was distorted, and Dao rhymes rippled outward with endless majesty.

But what truly made Ji Siyu lose her composure wasn’t this extraordinary sight, but a mysterious summons from the direction of the pillar that resonated with her Bloodline and even her Soul.

This summons wasn’t a sound, yet it was more attractive than any voice, as if a long-lost relative was calling, or a lost Origin was beckoning.

It grew stronger and stronger, tugging at every thread of her thoughts.

"Why is this happening?"

Ji Siyu lightly stroked her chest, feeling that unusual heartbeat.

She thought of the profound Cultivation Technique that had mysteriously appeared in her mind some time ago, and connecting it with today’s summons from the depths of her Soul, a thought became increasingly clear.

At the place where the nine-colored divine light erupted, there must be something closely related to her, perhaps even something that would determine her fate.

Just then, the warning bells of the Primordial Holy Land rang out continuously, and powerful Auras soared into the sky from various Peaks.

The high-level members of the Holy Land were clearly alarmed and were urgently gathering experts to head toward the divine light.

However, the summons in the depths of Ji Siyu’s Soul was already as uncontrollable as boiling water.

She glanced toward the core of the Holy Land, a look of determination flashing in her beautiful eyes.

She couldn’t wait to go with the Holy Land’s group; that summons made it impossible for her to wait in peace.

Finally, she left the Primordial Holy Land alone and silently, speeding toward the place of her destiny’s call.

Chen Chuan blended into the torrent of flying Cultivators, moving extremely fast like a meteor streaking across the sky.

His cultivation at the Peak of the Ninth Level of the Dao Seeking Realm allowed him to move through the crowd with ease.

Shortly after, he arrived at the source of the nine-colored divine light.

The scene before him was truly shocking.

On the ground, a massive hole was revealed, looking like a sleeping ancient beast had opened its bottomless abyss of a mouth.

The majestic nine-colored divine light was gushing out from this hole, reflecting the surrounding world in a colorful, blurry, and sacred glow.

An ancient and vast Divine Might, carrying the Aura of the wilderness, enveloped a radius of ten thousand miles, making the air thick and heavy.

Around the entrance of the hole, there was already a sea of people with mixed and powerful Auras.

The titans of various factions in the Sacred Martial Continent were almost all present. Figures floated in the air, Laws appearing around them, their Auras stirring the wind and clouds.

The Disciples under these titans had formed camps, occupying the most advantageous positions closest to the entrance of the Secret Realm.

Latecomers, especially Loose Cultivators and those from small factions, were forced to stay on the periphery, staring at the massive hole with eyes full of longing and madness.

Everyone understood that behind this hole must be a world-shaking Miracle Secret Realm, containing Opportunities enough to change anyone’s fate.

Chen Chuan scanned the area and soon found the banner of the Primordial Holy Land, with several familiar Elders and Core Disciples among them.

With his status as a Saint, he could naturally go and join them to enjoy priority entry.

But after a brief thought, he gave up on that idea.

He preferred to act alone with freedom. With his current strength, as long as he didn’t actively provoke those old monsters, protecting himself wouldn’t be a problem.

Blending into the crowd would actually allow him to see the situation more clearly and wait for an Opportunity.

Just as everyone was waiting expectantly for the Law barrier at the entrance—which was clearly weakening—to disappear completely, another change occurred.

Buzz!

Crack!

Above the Secret Realm, in the sky previously filled with the nine-colored divine light, a series of ear-piercing tearing sounds suddenly rang out.

Massive spatial rifts appeared out of thin air, like pitch-black scars stretching across the sky.

Following that, Auras even more terrifying and profound than those of the Sacred Martial Continent’s titans surged out from those spatial rifts like a bursting dam.

Rumble!

Huge shadows were cast. The first things to emerge from the rifts were several ancient warships as large as mountains.

The warships’ banners fluttered, runes flickered, and they emitted a cold metallic luster and a murderous Aura.

Following them were all sorts of unheard-of fierce beasts, pulling magnificent and domineering chariots, crushing through the Void Realm with thunderous roars.

On the warships and in the chariots stood various figures.

They included men, women, young, and old, each with an Aura soaring to the sky, protected by divine light. Their gazes were indifferent as they looked down upon the beings of the Sacred Martial Continent.

"People from the Upper Realm!"

Among the faction titans of the Sacred Martial Continent, someone cried out in shock, their face instantly turning pale, eyes filled with unconcealable fear.

They had most feared that this would happen.

The emergence of such an incredible Secret Realm had indeed attracted the greed of the super-factions from the Upper Realm.

The Auras emitted by these Upper Realm Cultivators were like ten-thousand-foot mountains, pressing down so hard that many Sacred Martial Continent Cultivators couldn’t breathe. Their bodies trembled involuntarily, and their hearts were filled with fear.

Especially eye-catching were the young men and women who followed.

They looked very young, but every one of them had an innate arrogance on their faces.

They scanned the Cultivators of the Sacred Martial Continent from a height, as if looking at ants.

In their eyes, this Lower Realm was a wilderness, and the people of the Lower Realm were mere weeds.

Chen Chuan’s pupils constricted as he quietly activated the Eye of Wisdom, carefully observing these Prodigies from the Upper Realm.

At this look, even he couldn’t help but be secretly amazed.

A youth who looked about fifteen or sixteen years old had a tender face but an extremely haughty gaze. The spiritual energy in his body was as vast as the sea, and his cultivation had actually reached the First Level of the Fate-Executing Realm.

A fifteen-year-old in the Fate-Executing Realm on the Sacred Martial Continent?

A Prodigy of this level was unheard of!

Then, his gaze fell upon a stunning young woman enveloped in a golden divine halo.

She was about eighteen years old, with a graceful figure and skin as white as snow, but the blood and Qi in her body were like a Dragon, with faint golden divine light flowing through them.

Chen Chuan discovered that this woman’s Physique was actually the Golden Sacred Body.

Moreover, her cultivation had reached the terrifying First Level of the Void Breaking Realm.

Not only that, he also saw a purple-haired youth with a true dragon bone whose Aura was as sharp as a heavenly blade, with a cultivation at the Peak of the Ninth Level of the Fate-Executing Realm.

Another young woman in a scarlet flame dress with a Phoenix mark on her brow possessed the True Phoenix emperor blood, and her cultivation also reached the Peak of the Ninth Level of the Fate-Executing Realm.

"As expected of the Upper Realm," Chen Chuan thought with deep emotion.

"Any one of these Prodigies would be enough to set off a massive wave in the Sacred Martial Continent, yet in the Upper Realm, they are probably just the tip of the iceberg."

He knew well that compared to the Upper Realm, the Sacred Martial Continent was indeed just a small, isolated corner.

After these Upper Realm factions descended, their powerful Auras merged into one, forming an invisible field that made the Sacred Martial Continent Cultivators subconsciously retreat, not daring to approach even an inch.

At this moment, a middle-aged man standing on a bronze chariot, wearing scale armor and with a single horn on his head, stepped forward.

He came from the Upper Realm’s True Dragon Nest, and his Aura was extremely domineering, like a wild Dragon emerging.

He looked around disdainfully, his voice like thunder as it rolled out:

"This Secret Realm has been taken over by the various factions of the Upper Realm."

"Ants of the Sacred Martial Continent, get lost! Stay away from the Secret Realm entrance! Those who disobey will be killed without mercy!"

The terrifying pressure contained in his voice caused many Cultivators with weaker cultivation to cough up blood, their faces filled with horror.

Facing such blatant humiliation and arrogance, the faction titans of the Sacred Martial Continent turned ashen.

When had they ever suffered such treatment on their own turf?

But in the face of the absolute strength gap, their anger could only turn into helplessness and fear.

They looked at each other.

Finally, they could only grit their teeth and lead their Disciples to retreat silently, giving up the best positions.

Not long after, the Law barrier at the Secret Realm entrance fluctuated to its weakest point.

"Enter!"

Among the Upper Realm factions, a leading old man spoke indifferently.

Immediately, those warships and chariots turned into streaks of light, carrying the Upper Realm Cultivators and Prodigies as they were the first to rush into the massive hole.

They finally disappeared into the hazy nine-colored divine light.

Only after the people from the Upper Realm had all entered did the titans of the Sacred Martial Continent dare to move, one after another flying in as streaks of rainbow light.

Finally, it was the Loose Cultivators and those from small factions who could no longer hold back, swarming in like a bursting flood.

Chen Chuan blended into the bustling crowd, his expression calm.

He followed the flow of people and stepped into the Secret Realm entrance that emitted an ancient and mysterious Aura.

Ahead lay unknown Opportunities, as well as endless dangers.