Three days passed steadily as everyone stabilized their condition and slowly recovered from their injuries under a cautious atmosphere. The earlier chaos had settled into a tense quiet, yet no one truly relaxed as the memory of that battle still lingered.

Miao-Miao’s body had already returned to a stable state, yet she remained asleep without any sign of waking despite continuous monitoring. Her breathing was calm and her aura steady, but that unnatural stillness only deepened the unease within the group.

When Lin Xiao Tian stepped into the tent once again, his gaze immediately settled on her resting figure without distraction. Tianhe was seated behind her, his posture rigid and unmoving as he silently guarded her condition without a single lapse.

Lin Xiao Tian approached slowly before stopping beside them, his eyes lingering briefly on Tianhe’s worn expression before shifting away. A faint sigh escaped him as he spoke in a calm, controlled voice that carried quiet certainty.

"Do not let your thoughts spiral too far, she will recover, and we will find a solution once we leave this place."

Hearing those words, Tianhe rose to his feet and bowed deeply without hesitation, his movements steady despite his visible exhaustion. Gratitude flickered across his face, though it could not conceal the lingering weight pressing on his mind.

"Thank you, Sect Master."

Without adding anything further, he turned and walked out of the tent at a measured pace, leaving the space behind in silence once again. Lin Xiao Tian watched him for a moment before withdrawing his gaze, understanding the storm that remained unspoken.

He knew that feeling well, the restrained anger and helplessness that could not be resolved through strength alone. Yet before that thought could settle further, a sudden disturbance tore through the calm without warning.

A deep rumble spread across the secret realm as the ground trembled violently beneath their feet, carrying a force that disrupted the very balance of the surroundings. The sky above shifted unnaturally as clouds were forced apart, revealing a distortion that should not have existed.

Lin Xiao Tian moved outside immediately, where the other disciples had already gathered with tense expressions as they stared toward the distant sky. Their attention remained fixed on a single point, where something impossible had begun to take shape.

A towering pillar of black light surged upward, its form resembling a massive spear that pierced through the sky and anchored itself between heaven and earth. The surrounding space warped faintly under its presence, as if struggling to contain the force embedded within it.

Before anyone could react further, the realm trembled again as that pillar collapsed inward without any visible cause or resistance. The sky shifted abruptly into a deep crimson hue, spreading outward like a stain that consumed everything above.

In the place where the pillar had stood, the sky twisted unnaturally as a vast presence forced its way into the open. The crimson hue deepened while the surrounding air grew heavy, pressing down with a weight that disrupted even steady breathing.

A massive dragon emerged from that distortion, its body stretching across the sky with a presence that immediately dominated the entire realm. Its dark scales absorbed the dim light, giving it a form that seemed to swallow everything around it rather than reflect it.

As its head lowered slightly, a silent pressure spread outward, causing the ground below to tremble faintly under the strain. Several disciples stiffened as their bodies reacted instinctively, their movements slowing under the oppressive force.

It did not roar or move further, yet its stillness carried an authority that felt absolute. In that moment, the balance of the realm shifted, as if everything beneath it had been reduced to something insignificant.

Lin Xiao Tian’s expression hardened as realization surfaced within his mind, his thoughts aligning with a conclusion he did not welcome. This development had already deviated beyond what should have been possible within this realm the info he head has either faulty or something had changed.

At the same time, outside the secret realm, an even greater disturbance unfolded as panic spread among the gathered sect elders. Their composure broke as they rushed forward, demanding immediate action while their voices overlapped in urgency.

Life plates shattered one after another, their destruction signaling the deaths of countless disciples within a short span of time. Nearly seventy percent had already been lost, leaving only a fragile remainder that continued to flicker uncertainly.

Despite the rising panic, the upper realm envoys remained standing with restrained expressions, their earlier confidence now carrying a trace of confusion. They had expected danger, yet not to this extent, nor at such an early stage.

"This situation exceeds any prior estimations," one of them stated, his voice steady despite the shifting atmosphere around him.

Before any further response could be formed, the mirror-like entrance to the secret realm began to tremble violently, its surface rippling as instability spread across its structure. The change was immediate and impossible to ignore, drawing every gaze toward it.

The envoys and the city lord reacted at once, stepping forward as they attempted to stabilize the entrance through their own means. However, the moment their senses connected with it, their expressions shifted sharply into shock.

A single realization surfaced within their minds at the same time, carrying a weight that could not be dismissed lightly. The Saint Son had interfered beyond acceptable limits, pushing the situation into dangerous territory.

Before they could respond further, the portal abruptly turned blood-red as cracks spread across its surface with increasing speed. The structure began to fracture under an unseen force, signaling an imminent collapse that could not be contained through normal methods.

Both envoys immediately took out items from their storage rings, preparing to reinforce the entrance before it fully destabilized. However, before they could activate them, space itself shattered violently around the area.

Rifts tore open without warning, devouring everything they touched as the surrounding space fragmented uncontrollably. One of the envoys was consumed instantly, his body disappearing before he could react or even speak.

The item in his hand fell to the ground with a sharp sound, quickly followed by the screams of nearby elders and spectators. Several of them were dragged into the smaller rifts, their presence erased within moments as panic spread in all directions.

The remaining envoy turned pale as he attempted to withdraw, yet the distortion around him restricted even his movement. Just as the situation seemed beyond recovery, the city lord stepped forward with a decisive expression.

"Go, Elder Tianhang, proceed immediately, I will create an opening for you."

As he spoke, his hand pierced directly through a spatial rift, ignoring the instability as he retrieved the fallen item without hesitation. The act itself defied expectation, forcing the envoy to steady himself before acting.

Without wasting another moment, the two of them moved together to seal the entrance, their power converging as runic chains manifested across the portal. The unstable surface was forcefully bound, suppressing the collapse before it could spread further.

The remaining envoy exhaled slowly as tension left his body, believing the situation had been brought under control for the moment. Yet before that thought could settle completely, a faint crack appeared along one of the chains.