Chapter 570: Chapter 513: Microcosm, Small World

The old Daoist eventually nodded, agreeing to the matter.

Seeing Han Yu so confident, the old Daoist couldn’t help but reassess the situation in his heart.

Moreover, considering the hostile stance between Han Yu and Yama Hall, there’s no chance of reconciliation.

Especially in terms of damage, Han Yu’s recent harm to Yama Hall goes far beyond what they have done to him.

At most, they’ve only taken out one peddler.

As for Han Yu? Not only have several avatars of Split-Soul been defeated by him, but taking out Deliverance, Yi Hong, and Plague Warrior are all credited to Han Yu.

Thinking about it, what a natural ally.

Thus, the old Daoist no longer hesitated and swiftly led the group toward a certain part of the sea domain.

Han Yu followed the group in flying mid-air; Liu Zongyuan, looking pale, approached with curiosity about how Han Yu managed to escape.

"Xin Zui and the others let you go just like that?"

Easily?

Han Yu curled his lips and silently pulled at his clothes, as his inner chest cavity was still caved in.

Is this what you call easy?

Liu Zongyuan’s eyes widened in shock, almost popping out, and he unconsciously gasped.

The surrounding crowd turned their heads, curious, and the sound of gasping arose one after another.

Afterward, the way everyone looked at Han Yu clearly changed.

Liu Zongyuan’s face froze, unsure of what to say, especially as he stared at Han Yu’s collapsed chest.

There, even the lingering aura of those three old ghosts remained. Don’t underestimate this aura; it not only continues to ravage Han Yu’s flesh but also suppresses his recovery.

Is this guy even human?

To sustain such injuries and still be alive and kicking?

People from the Celestial Dao Sect inwardly cursed this freak in their hearts.

Anyone else with the same injuries, even a cultivator in the Divine Platform Realm, wouldn’t be alive, let alone breathing; they would drop dead immediately.

Who else but this monster could act so nonchalant?

Unless Han Yu mentions it himself, no one would dare believe he’s seriously injured.

"Didn’t you feel something wasn’t quite right?"

Liu Zongyuan spoke with a strange expression.

"Nonsense, of course, I did. It hurts like hell."

Han Yu grinned painfully, rubbing his chest, glanced at Liu Zongyuan, and replied.

Just this? Pain?

The crowd looked at Han Yu in awe, for such deadly injuries were merely painful to him?

The Daoist leading the way couldn’t help but twitch his lips, even he had to inwardly acknowledge Han Yu’s monstrosity.

"Having such a monster against Yama Hall allows the Celestial Dao Sect to have an easier time in the Endless Sea Domain."

The old Daoist mumbled to himself.

About half a two-hour later, the group stopped at a part of the sea domain. Twelve people from the Celestial Dao Sect split up in a mysterious combination, momentarily creating a splendid star river in the night sky.

Han Yu watched with amazement, clicking his tongue.

"Quite showy."

From what he’s seen, the Cultivation Technique of the Celestial Dao Sect is indeed the most visually impressive.

"Fool, they seem to be opening some sort of forbidden barrier."

Artifact Spirit furrowed its brow, scrutinized for a while, and guessed.

So, is this opening a secret world?

Han Yu watched the group bizarrely scour the void with a star river, when suddenly a flash of brilliance tore away the illusion, revealing what lay beneath the void.

A huge bronze door stood in the sky, as it appeared, twelve people simultaneously struck it with a star river, and under the star river’s impact, the bronze door slowly widened.

"Go!"

Taking advantage of the open door, the old Daoist withdrew his power and called out, leading the way in. The rest followed suit.

"Hurry, the door will close soon."

Liu Zongyuan reminded Han Yu, worried that this guy might get left behind outside.

Han Yu snapped back to reality; the moment the bronze door appeared, both he and Artifact Spirit were simultaneously stunned.

What is this?

"Don’t ask me, I don’t know either."

Artifact Spirit shook its head, knowing only what its consciousness conveyed from its memories.

In other words, what doesn’t exist in its memory cannot be answered.

Han Yu looked peculiar; the scene before him seemed oddly familiar...

Oh right! That damned Fire Spirit trial ground ended with a similar door. After passing through it, he returned to reality.

"Could it be just a coincidence?"

Artifact Spirit stroked its chin, shaking its head, "Hard to say, let’s go in and take a look."

As Han Yu hurried through the door last, the bronze door shut heavily, then dissolved into starlight scattered in the void...

One would have thought the inside would be bizarre, yet as soon as he passed through, he stumbled.

Although he flew in, next moment, inexplicably solid ground was beneath him, and he found himself standing on land unexpectedly.

Damn!

Glancing up, Han Yu unbelievingly rubbed his eyes, doubting if his vision was real.

Reopening his eyes, a mountain base lay beneath, overlooking a towering mountain veiled in mist. As far as the eye could see, besides a few miles of clearing, everything else was shrouded in fog.

"Avoid touching that mist; it’s merely the array’s appearance, beyond which lies spatial turbulence, and falling there means certain death."

While Han Yu gaped, a hand landed on his shoulder.

Liu Zongyuan sternly cautioned him, worried if Han Yu rashly ventured into the mist beyond, he’d face inevitability.

"This is no longer the Endless Sea Domain."

Artifact Spirit suddenly exclaimed.

Around them lay no trace of the sea domain, also causing Han Yu’s astonishment.

What they call a secret world, why does it feel like another entire realm?

Perhaps sensing Han Yu’s amazement, Liu Zongyuan smiled and explained, "This is another small world created by our Celestial Dao Sect."

"Impossible, just these twelve weaklings could create such a place?"

Artifact Spirit first shook its head, disbelieving.

How could twelve Divine Platform Realm cultivations achieve this?

"Didn’t you say you didn’t understand?"

Han Yu felt puzzled, while Artifact Spirit realized and then tapped its head, finding its own statement odd, "I don’t know either, just my intuition tells me relying on them alone couldn’t accomplish this."

The only possibility is that the Celestial Dao Sect far exceeds these numbers, or some unfathomable power exists.

On the mountain, a grand hall stood, its magnificence dimly seen from the base, but mystery prevented clear view.

The group silently flew toward the hall, until Han Yu was stopped.

Liu Zongyuan blocked him, shaking his head, "We must wait here."

Han Yu pouted; it was likely a polite excuse for only him to stay behind.

"How stingy!"

Artifact Spirit remarked irritably, keenly interested to explore this secret world.

Questions like how is such a place formed?

What method is used to create it?

What immense power is required by the creators?