After passing through that heavenly rift, Jiang Ye and the others only felt their Divine Souls shaking, and the Qi around their bodies seemed to be squeezed and stripped away by the Laws of Heaven and Earth, instantly passing through a spatial barrier that resembled a Chaos Gate.
The next moment, a new world, resplendent with light, suddenly appeared before their eyes.
This was not a confined Secret Realm, but a complete Small World!
Looking up, the sky was vast and boundless, with a scorching sun hanging high, a bright moon like a wheel, and countless stars adorning the sky, forming a complete celestial curtain, as if it were a true Universe Heaven.
Beneath their feet were various floating continents, scattered gracefully in the Void Realm, each as vast as a great territory, with Spiritual Qi swirling and Immortal Mountains appearing faintly.
There were mountains like the spine of primordial gods and devils, soaring into the clouds; waterfalls hung upside down from the Nine Heavens, like a galaxy falling; divine birds flew across the sky, their wings covering the heavens; and even Spirit Medicine ancient trees, precious Spiritual Plants, and immortal vines swayed in the wind, exuding their essence.
The Spiritual Qi was so dense it almost liquefied, forming a sea of mist that covered the land.
With every breath, it was as if the sound of the Great Dao whispered in their ears.
Immortal light intertwined, runes danced, the trajectory of the Great Dao appeared faintly in the Void Realm, and even the air exuded an endless rhyme of Law.
This was a true Innate Pure Land!
Stepping into this place, everyone was astonished.
“This… is this a Secret Realm? No, this is a world even more ancient than the immortal great realms, a true primordial divine land!”
“It’s incredible! If this place could be developed into a Holy Land, our Sect would surely produce countless Great Emperors in the future!”
“Look over there, there are the remains of a Dragon’s nest, there must be a great treasure there!”
Countless Prodigies surged in like a tide, their eyes burning with intense desire and greed. Even the inheritors with imperial Bloodlines could not hide their inner turmoil at this moment.
According to initial estimates, the number of initial entrants alone had already exceeded one million!
And at this moment, the rift was still opening, with an endless stream of Cultivators entering this world from all parts of the Heavens. The entire Dragon Vein Secret Realm seemed to be ushering in its greatest storm in history.
Jiang Ye stood at the Peak of a floating divine mountain, gazing at the entire Dragon Vein land, his eyes gleaming, but his mind remained vigilant.
Seeing this, he was a little bewildered.
“No, is this Dragon Vein Secret Realm so extravagant?”
Jiang Ye stood at the Peak of a verdant ancient mountain, his gaze deep, quietly looking at this ancient Dragon Vein Secret Realm, his expression tinged with a complex meaning.
“Did Mother underestimate this Secret Realm too much?”
He thought to himself, his brow furrowing almost imperceptibly.
This Dragon Vein Secret Realm was far more luxurious and magnificent than he had imagined, almost an ancient Cultivator’s treasure trove world.
Opportunities were everywhere: Immortal Treasures, Spiritual Plants, ancient formations, divine weapons... everything imaginable.
“This is not just about some innate immortal liquid.”
Jiang Ye stood with his hands behind his back, his robes fluttering, looking like a deity standing at the forefront of a storm, calm and self-possessed.
His gaze swept across the distant Void Realm.
Those lands floating above the sky were overflowing with spiritual light, with auspicious clouds filling the heavens, dreamlike yet containing endless murderous intent.
“The treasures inside are enough for a Dao Lineage to experience a surge in its foundation, or even rise to prominence,” Jiang Ye murmured, a hidden glint in his eyes.
He made some deductions and already had a plan in mind.
Such numerous treasures would be of infinite benefit to his own cultivation.
Even if he couldn't use them immediately, they could later be returned to the Jiang Clan, or even nourish the accumulated foundation of the entire Clan.
“These… are all Young Master’s possessions,” Jiang Ye narrowed his eyes slightly, a faint smile playing on his lips, like a high and mighty hunter.
He pondered for a moment, then murmured, “Since Mother knows there are countless hidden treasures here, why does she only want the innate immortal liquid?”
Before Jiang Ye departed, Su Hongye had personally informed him that although there were many treasures in the Dragon Vein Secret Realm, the only thing the Jiang Clan needed was the innate immortal liquid.
This was something he had never been able to understand.
“What exactly is she plotting?”
Jiang Ye’s eyes flickered, and a subtle warning sign stirred in his heart. His intuition told him.
Behind this, perhaps a larger game was at play.
Everyone who could enter this place came under the name of a Sect, and they must have brought many storage spaces.
However, for now, he didn't plan to dwell on these thoughts too much.
First, grab everything.
Using a secret technique to change his face and hide his identity, he had prepared everything meticulously.
Next, he would have to properly expand his personal coffers.
After entering the Dragon Vein Secret Realm, Jiang Ye discovered a significant anomaly.
Everyone.
Regardless of their background, power, or status, they were all scattered by the spatial Laws of the Secret Realm, randomly thrown into different regions, separated from each other, with all contact lost.
Even Ye Qingyun and his two companions had long disappeared, transported to an unknown location.
This change was unexpected by everyone.
Because of this, Jiang Ye could foresee that this time, the Various Great Dao Lineages of the All Heavens Alliance would likely suffer significant losses of treasures.
Many Prodigies would also perish here.
“Those who can enter this place are not ordinary individuals. Many of them are probably already plundering and killing, right?”
Jiang Ye sighed softly, guessing that many shared his thoughts.
As for Ye Qingyun?
The System’s positioning was always there; even upon entering this world, it remained locked onto that dark thread.
No matter where Ye Qingyun was, or how the world changed, he could not escape his control... Time passed quietly, and in the blink of an eye, several days had gone by.
During these few days, the vastness of the Dragon Vein Secret Realm was fully revealed, astonishing everyone.
Its interior was boundless, with ancient continents floating above the sky, radiating brilliant light and steaming with spiritual mist, as if an Immortal Realm had descended, grand and solemn, filled with an ancient mysterious aura.
Countless divine mountains, spiritual pools, Immortal Cave ruins, and Legacy treasures appeared one after another, leading to fierce competition among Cultivators, and bloodshed was inevitable.
One battlefield, in particular, stirred up a shocking storm of blood.
Around it, debris was scattered everywhere, blood flowed like rivers, and dozens of God King powerhouses either fell dead or fled in defeat; no one could withstand his might!
This person was none other than the Sword Son of the Haotian Sword Sect, Qiu Cang!
With his power alone, he intimidated all heroes, even Peak God-King Realm experts died tragically by his hand!
At this moment, Qiu Cang put away a precious mirror, coldly overlooking the corpses on the ground, without a trace of emotion in his eyes.
That indifferent gaze made it seem as if those he had just slain were not a group of high and mighty God Kings, but merely insignificant ants.
The Void Realm solidified, silent.
However, the next instant.
Qiu Cang suddenly stirred, a flash of spiritual light in his brow. He abruptly turned and looked towards the Void Realm behind him, coldly uttering, “Come out.”
Before his voice faded, the Void Realm rippled like water, and an aura leisurely emerged.
The Void Realm gently tore open, and a young man of unparalleled grace, like a banished immortal descending, stepped into the world.
He wore a white brocade robe, his sleeves fluttering, exuding natural nobility, his features filled with elegance and dignity, yet also carrying a certain calm and power that made people inexplicably wary.
This was a sense of extreme contradiction.
It made people both fearful and desirous of closeness.
It was Jiang Ye, but he had changed his face, and no one recognized his true identity.
He stood with his hands behind his back, looking at Qiu Cang with a calm gaze, a faint smile appearing on his lips.
“Who are you?”
“What is your origin?”
“And you dare to rob me?”