Chapter 147: Chapter 144: Three Grandmasters Open the Heavenly Gate; My Sword Can Also Slay Demons

Under the suppressive auras of the three Grandmasters, the entire area was deathly silent.

The thousands of talented elites below even quieted their breathing.

Chen Beixuan’s gaze swept over the crowd, his voice echoing throughout the airspace.

"The time has come. Open the gate!"

The moment his voice fell, he exchanged a glance with the other two Grandmasters.

The three of them struck simultaneously.

The military general let out a thunderous shout and threw a punch.

A massive, golden fist shadow smashed viciously into the empty space before them.

Space vibrated violently but did not shatter.

The gray-robed elder took out an ancient Eight Trigrams Mirror.

He chanted an incantation, and a ray of brilliant light shot into the void.

Meanwhile, Chen Beixuan formed a Sealing Technique with his hands.

An impossibly complex Rune Dharma Seal slowly took shape before him.

The Dharma Seal emanated an immense Power of Space.

"Suppress!"

With a soft cry, he pushed the Dharma Seal forward.

BZZZZ—

The entire world fell deathly still for an instant.

The area of empty space that had been attacked reached some kind of critical point.

First, a tiny black dot appeared.

Immediately after, the black dot frantically expanded and tore open at a speed visible to the naked eye.

An irregular spatial rift, radiating a seven-colored light, materialized out of thin air.

Through the rift, one could vaguely make out a bizarre and kaleidoscopic scene within.

Countless islands were suspended in the air, with a churning Blood Sea below and dim, gray Gangfeng above.

But the rift was extremely unstable.

Dangerous spatial turbulence flickered at its edges, threatening to close it at any moment.

The three Grandmasters’ expressions remained unchanged as they each took out a diamond-shaped blue Crystal Stone.

They crushed them simultaneously.

Three vast streams of Energy poured into the unstable rift.

The menacing tear was smoothed out by an invisible, mighty force.

It finally stabilized into a circular gate of light over a hundred meters in diameter, its edges as smooth as a mirror.

Inside the gate was a deep, slowly rotating Nebula vortex.

Mysterious, unknown, and beckoning exploration.

"The Gate of Void is open!"

Irrepressible gasps of shock erupted from the crowd.

Han Feng’s [Spiritual Vision] was already activated to its fullest extent.

What he saw was far more terrifying than what others could see.

In his Perception Field, the three Grandmasters’ boundless, ocean-like Primordial Qi had transformed into three invisible, world-blotting hands.

They weren’t attacking, but "weaving."

They were forcibly distorting the laws of physics.

They "welded" two completely different spatial dimensions together in a brutally unreasonable way.

That immense power was beyond his understanding of Martial Arts.

’This is... a Grandmaster...’

Han Feng muttered to himself, his mind reeling in shock.

It was as if he could see the uncrossable chasm between a Mortal and a Divine being.

On the high platform, Chen Beixuan’s voice rang out again.

"The Secret Realm entrance will remain open for thirty minutes!"

"All units, enter in sequence!"

At his command, the various factions, long since prepared, immediately sprang into action.

The first to depart was the City Guard Army’s "Po Jun Hao."

Hundreds of soldiers in standard-issue Wingsuits poured off the deck.

They formed a massive Battle Array and were the first to charge toward the Gate of Void.

Following them, the Floating Battleships of powers like Star Sea Technology and the Su Family Conglomerate also opened their bay doors.

Figure after figure appeared, piloting all sorts of radiant, multicolored Spiritual Energy Power Wingsuits.

They became torrents of people, converging from all directions toward the giant, circular gate of light.

The scene resembled a magnificent meteor shower, falling toward a black hole in space.

"Let’s get ready too!"

Zhang Hao shouted.

The bay doors of the "Sea Guardian" were already open, letting in a howling gale.

"Sharp Sword Society, with me!"

Zhang Hao took the lead, the first one to charge out of the bay.

"Hahaha, Fengzi, let’s see who’s faster!"

Wang Meng laughed loudly, following right behind him.

A sharp glint flashed in Han Feng’s eyes.

He didn’t speak. He just pushed off with his feet, his figure shooting like an arrow from a bow into the high-altitude winds.

The moment he felt the weightlessness, he deployed the "Ghost Bat·Modified" on his back.

The Wingsuit fit his body perfectly.

The Mental Method of the Sword Control Technique began to circulate silently within him.

Unlike the others, he didn’t rush into a dive.

Instead, he circled once in the air to stabilize himself.

Looking out, he saw hundreds, even thousands of Martial Artists flying in the same direction, as dense as a school of migrating fish.

This was a carnival for the strong.

And it was also the prelude to a bloody struggle.

"Let’s go!"

Han Feng exchanged a look with Zhang Hao and Wang Meng, who had joined him.

He blended into the massive "human tide" and sped toward the Gate of Void, which led to the unknown and to opportunity.

The moment he passed through the Gate of Void, Han Feng felt as if the entire world had turned upside down.

Not a physical inversion, but a sensory distortion.

His mind felt as if it had been stuffed into a high-speed spinning tumbler.

Streams of multicolored light were stretched into lines before his eyes.

The surprised cries of his teammates were distorted into a sharp hum.

This sensation lasted less than two seconds.

The next moment, all his chaotic senses suddenly cleared.

A bone-chilling wind, mixed with Spiritual Qi so dense it was almost tangible, rushed to meet him.

The feeling of weightlessness instantly spread through his body.

Han Feng immediately activated the Sword Control Technique within him and deployed the "Ghost Bat·Modified" Wingsuit on his back.

He stabilized his body, hovering in mid-air.

He was then profoundly shocked by the sight before him.

They were in a strange space so vast that its edges couldn’t be seen.

Far above their heads was a gray Gangfeng Layer, roiling with a destructive aura, like a permanent canopy over the sky.

And below their feet was a bottomless, dark-red ocean that resembled congealed blood.

The sea was tranquil and waveless, yet a single glance was enough to send a chill down one’s spine.

Between this sky and sea floated countless islands of all sizes.

Some were like mountain ranges, with rolling peaks and valleys covered in dense, strange vegetation.

Others were just chunks of rock a few meters across, drifting in solitude.

On some of the larger islands, one could even see the dilapidated ruins of ancient buildings, silently telling of a bygone history.

"Whoa... So this is Suspended Mountain?"

Wang Meng’s voice trembled slightly, whether from excitement or nervousness, it was hard to tell.

At this moment, thousands of Martial Artists from the various factions of East Sea City poured out of the Gate of Void, as dense as a disturbed swarm of bees.

They filled the airspace.

The different factions quickly gathered, forming distinct and separate teams.

"Sharp Sword Society, rally to me!"

Zhang Hao’s loud shout rang out over the communication channel.

Han Feng, Wang Meng, and Fan Jian quickly adjusted their positions to regroup with their captain.

Soon, Old Liu, Gu Yun, Liu Cheng from the Martial Arts Academy, Su Yue from the Spiritual Energy Technology Academy, and Lin Qing, who was in charge of the team’s logistics and data analysis, all arrived.

The Sharp Sword Society’s nine-person team for this Secret Realm expedition had finally assembled.

"Attention, everyone!"

Zhang Hao’s voice was steady and powerful.

"We’re currently at an altitude of about two thousand meters. We need to descend as quickly as possible. It’s too dangerous up this high!"

The military’s team was the most organized. They formed a huge, cone-shaped Battle Array and flew with a clear objective in one direction.

Over with the Celestial Wings Society, Sun Rui was leading a group, protecting Sun Hao. The radiant light shimmering on their Wingsuits clearly indicated their superior equipment.

"Data is normal. Ambient Spiritual Qi concentration is 5.3 times that of the outside world."

"However, it contains 1.2% Frenzied Particles. Prolonged exposure will corrode the mind."

Lin Qing’s calm voice sounded as she operated the terminal on her wrist while flying.

"Frenzied Particles? What the hell is that?"

Wang Meng asked.

"To put it simply, they’re impurities in the Spiritual Qi. Absorb too much and you’ll get high, then turn stupid."

Su Yue pushed up her glasses, her explanation concise.

Just then, something unexpected happened!

From the cloud layer below, countless sharp, piercing cries suddenly rang out.

"Watch out!"

Han Feng’s [Spiritual Vision] was the first to detect the anomaly.

In his Energy Perception Field, beneath the clouds, tens of thousands of red energy dots representing Tier One Middle Stage Demon Beasts were surging upward at an astonishing speed, exuding an aura of tyranny and bloodlust!

Almost as soon as the words left Han Feng’s mouth, a large swath of clouds was torn apart.

Countless strange birds, each over two meters long, pitch-black, with beaks glinting with a cold metallic light, swarmed upward, blanketing the sky!

"They’re Tier One Flying Demon Beasts, Iron-beaked Sparrows!"

Fan Jian cried out in alarm.

"There are too many of them!"

This flock of Iron-beaked Sparrows had obviously been attracted by the spatial fluctuations from the opening of the Gate of Void.

They saw all the Martial Artists who had just entered the Secret Realm as a gluttonous feast delivered right to their door.

"Engage the enemy!"

"Don’t get separated!"

Zhang Hao roared, drawing his long saber.

A sharp blade of light instantly shredded the few strange birds at the very front of the charge.

In an instant, the entire airspace descended into chaos.