My Cultivation Starting from Archery-Chapter 1442 - 529: The Secret Realm Opens

"Ah——"

Xian You let out a heart-wrenching wail; no matter how he struggled, he couldn't escape the bindings.

"Cousin."

Phoenix Saint's voice was sinister: "If you still refuse to yield, the treasures left by the sacred ancestor won't just be of this level."

"Cough..."

Xian You spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, along with it a deep blue bead.

This bead, like a guiding lantern, floated in mid-air, automatically heading northwest.

"Heh heh~"

Phoenix Saint sneered, grabbing the chain stabbed into Xian You and dragging him along to chase the bead.

About eight hundred miles later, they stopped in a valley, above a pool of water.

Three feet above the pool, without warning, emerged a barely perceptible ripple in the void.

As if a drop of water fell into a mirror-like lake, the space twisted and spread soft like water waves, a gentle blue light quietly emerged from the center of the ripple, initially weak like a firefly, then it suddenly grew bright, illuminating half of the valley.

A tremor seemingly emerging from the ancient primordial wilderness resonated in the core of every creature in the valley.

Centered around the bead, the void silently cracked open.

Within the fissure, rolled a misty gray air of unformed chaos, with faint phantoms of earth, water, fire, and wind appearing intermittently.

At the depths of this chaotic tumultuous rift, a point of timeworn, weathered bronze color pierced through the mist, slowly emerging.

It was a giant door!

This door stood a hundred feet high, entirely cast of bronze, its surface covered in thick, dragon scale-like greenish patina, flowing with a matte luster accumulated through the ages.

Beside the bronze giant door, there stood a boundary stele, on which were engraved several large golden characters — Wanluo Palace.

"What a Wanluo Palace."

Ten Thousand Corpses Demon Saint remarked: "Even separated by the boundary, I can feel the terror of the restrictions inside, Mei Xiao, Elder of the Human Race, truly deserves to be the first Immortal Emperor after the primordial times."

Phoenix Saint said: "It's said that the items Elder Mei crafted before his demise are left inside.

"Cousin, do you know how to find those items?"

He glanced at Xian You behind him.

"Heh heh~"

A mocking smile appeared on Xian You's blood-soaked face: "Young one, I advise you not to go in, over the years, anyone entering there seeking Elder Mei's legacy hasn't come out alive."

"Indeed."

Phoenix Saint neither agreed nor disagreed: "That's why I hope once inside, cousin will be more helpful."

Upon hearing this, Xian You laughed even more recklessly: "Young one, let your ancestor lead the way and not be afraid of being led to your doom? I'm telling you one last time, release your grandpa, leave this place, that's your greatest fortune!"

Phoenix Saint neither got angry nor changed his tone, he only said coldly: "You say you are a hard-boned person, yet you willingly serve as a slave to a human cultivator. You say you are a coward afraid of death, yet you are so tough with your own kin."

"No need to waste words with him any longer!"

Ten Thousand Corpses Demon Saint said: "The ancient path within the spring is teeming with cultivators, we need to quickly open the bronze door and enter the Secret Realm, lest others beat us to it!"

As he spoke, he took out a token from his chest.

It was a golden token indicating the status of an Elder of the Luo Xiao Sect.

Wooden tokens were for Chief Guardians.

Silver tokens were for the twelve Guardians.

The golden token belonged to all Elders.

"Hm?"

Just as Ten Thousand Corpses Demon Saint was about to open the door, he noted the Phoenix Saint beside him suddenly emanating a thick killing intent, only then did he sense something amiss.

"Gentlemen."

The Phoenix Saint's blood-colored eyes gazed towards the dense forest not far away: "Since you've come, why bother hiding?" 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

"We never planned to hide!"

Venerable Taihua appeared.

He strode forward and said in a deep voice: "Daoist Huang Xi, this Wanluo Palace is a Secret Realm left by our Luo Xiao Sect's previous Supreme Elder, it is the domain of our sect, what business do you have meddling in it?"

"You speak wrongly, Daoist, since it's a Secret Realm, it's open to all."

A spear appeared in Huang Xi's palm.

This spear streamed with a restrained yet dominating crimson-gold divine radiance, measuring twelve feet long, neither metal nor wood, the shaft forged from the ten-thousand-year heart marrow of the indomitable Wutong.

Its spearhead, unlike the cold metallic gleam of ordinary sword soldiers, was composed of five colossal, resplendent Phoenix True Feathers.

The five true feathers were not simply stacked but arranged and condensed in a profound formation imbued with the ultimate principles of heaven and earth.

Each true feather emanated different elemental divine brilliance, carrying a world-altering destructive power.

Primal ancient treasure, the Five-feather Fiery Phoenix Lance.

Legend has it.

Once this spear is unleashed, there's no avoiding it.

Only after slaying the target will it halt.

Venerable Taihua summoned an Azure Dragon Crescent Blade, coldly saying: "It's said that once Daoist Huang Xi's spear is drawn, it won't rest without bloodshed, today I, an old man, would like to see if it's true!"

"Isn't this Daoist Han Zhang?" Ten Thousand Corpses Demon Saint targeted the woman nearby: "Back in the day, you killed my Daoist partner, that account is still unsettled."

A ray of purple light emerged from his brow, transforming into a mace before him.

The shaft of the mace was quadrangular, but each edge was twisted, savage in its curve, like a dragon's spine forcibly bent by immense power.

Primal ancient treasure, the Ten Thousand Tribulations Heart-devouring Mace!

In the body of the mace were sealed thousands of resentful souls and the Heart-devouring Demon Sound. In a clash, the enemy must not only guard against a deadly strike but also maintain clear consciousness; a slight lapse could plunge them into an endless heart-demon tribulation.

"Oh~"

Immortal Han Zhang showed disdain: "You people of the Demon Path have killed countless, I thought you were all heartless beasts, who knew you could also feel sorrow for the loss of a loved one?"