The scene before them was harrowing. The despairing roars of the demonic beasts left many people pale with fear. When they looked at Ning Xuanyuan again, their gazes were filled with deep apprehension.
The Asura Blood Scion of the Asura Domain was terrifyingly powerful. He was clearly at the Soul Sea Realm, yet a single great offensive technique had unleashed a killing might that felt worthy of the Life Palace Realm.
Such was the existence who stood beneath only one person in the Asura Domain.
Perhaps, for now, standing beneath only one person referred to his status, but in time, it would surely refer to his strength instead.
Given time, a monstrous genius like him would surely grow into an unparalleled Human Emperor and claim the supreme position!
Qin Lang and the other four standing beside Ning Xuanyuan were no less shaken. They had found that the more time they spent with him, the more unfathomable he seemed.
The youth whom the Asura Emperor had brought back from the Myriad Heavens Battlefield and then kept hidden away for ten years possessed monstrous talent. Now, his brilliance was beginning to show.
Among the five, Yan Chen also practiced thunder techniques, and Ning Xuanyuan had already passed the secret Five Thunder Righteous Method on to him. But with his cultivation, he could summon only three pillars of thunderlight. As for the Doom Tribulation Thunder, he could forget about even trying.
Its power was worlds apart from Ning Xuanyuan's.
There was also Tai Yu, whose main focus was divine abilities and techniques of the earth attribute. Yet he had only cultivated the Five Prisons God-Suppressing Art, passed down through generations of the Tai Clan, to the level of one prison. In Ning Xuanyuan's hands, all five prisons had appeared at once, shaking the heavens and crushing the earth!
Likewise, Song You'er's fire techniques and Chu Tian's tyrant physique were not worth mentioning before Ning Xuanyuan.
To them now, Ning Xuanyuan was no different from a god, capable of anything. Being able to follow such a monstrous genius was their fortunate opportunity.
"That's it? And you dared sentence me to death? Hmm, you're pretty funny." Ning Xuanyuan lowered his hand, his eyes full of mockery.
Ao Mo and Teng Yi, now in their true forms, looked as though their eyes might bleed. They were princes, after all, and their strength was truly extraordinary. They had not suffered serious injuries under the Five Thunder Righteous Method. Yet not a single one of the demonic beasts they had brought had been spared.
"I'll kill you!"
Ao Mo roared in his demonic dragon form, his enormous body thrashing wildly through the air. Amid his dragon's roar, a violent force bore down viciously on Ning Xuanyuan.
The demonic peng Teng Yi spread his cloud-draping wings and tore through the void like a bolt of golden lightning, swooping down to kill Ning Xuanyuan.
"Again?"
Ning Xuanyuan's eyes flickered, and dazzling thunderlight blossomed once more in his palm. A terrifying killing intent swept across the sky in an instant.
"Crack!"
But just then, a piercing crack suddenly rang out, making everyone present stiffen.
"The seal has opened!"
Someone cried out in alarm, and the crowd immediately turned to look at the Thousand Mysteries Secret Realm ahead.
The demonic dragon and demonic peng charging down at Ning Xuanyuan also came to an abrupt halt and turned to look. Ripples suddenly spread through the void, and streaks of shimmering light emerged from nothingness, weaving together into an enormous net of light.
"The seal has opened, Ao Mo. Let's enter the secret realm first," said the demonic peng.
The demonic dragon writhed through the air and hesitated for a moment. Then he fixed his sinister, crimson eyes on Ning Xuanyuan and said, "Boy, we'll settle this score later. I will tear you limb from limb and grind your bones to dust!"
"Really? I'm so scared." Ning Xuanyuan shrugged, smiling.
"Hmph!" The demonic dragon paid Ning Xuanyuan no further attention. He turned and flew toward the secret realm with the demonic peng.
The others gathered there also converged on it, no longer interested in what was happening here. They had come to enter the secret realm and obtain opportunities, not to watch a spectacle.
The void trembled, and the net of light spread. At its very center, a fissure slowly opened. Through it, all that could be seen was a scene of chaos within.
It seemed they would have to enter before they could glimpse the secret realm's true appearance.
By now, the air in this space seemed to be boiling. Strange fluctuations, invisible to the naked eye, drifted through the void. They were the power of laws, mysterious and unfathomable.
"Your Highness?" Qin Lang looked at Ning Xuanyuan, waiting for his instructions.
"There's no rush. Let's see what happens first." Ning Xuanyuan stood with his hands behind his back. The Thousand Mysteries Secret Realm had opened many times over the years, but every person who entered had returned empty-handed. It made no difference whether they went in first or last.
Ning Xuanyuan swept his gaze across the surrounding void, a strange look appearing in his eyes. He could sense the elusive power of laws, but there seemed to be something else within it.
"Look, the seal has changed!"
A cry of alarm came from ahead. Ning Xuanyuan looked up, and his pupils narrowed slightly.
The net of light had stabilized, and the spatial fissure had ceased to churn. Like a terrifying abyss lying in wait to devour people, it seemed ready to swallow them whole. Waves of mysterious, ancient presence flowed out from within.
And upon the net of light, a figure resembling a demonic god had appeared. It stood with its feet upon heaven and earth, surrounded by a vast and mighty force that seemed capable of devouring the great Daos of all heavens. It stood guard there, unceasing.
"I suppose that figure is why there are rumors of a primordial inheritance?" Ning Xuanyuan asked casually. He knew little about the Thousand Mysteries Secret Realm.
"That's right," Qin Lang hurriedly said beside him. "They say the Thousand Mysteries Secret Realm is a mysterious space created by a primordial mighty figure, and that mighty figure seemed to have been a grandmaster of demonic cultivation. His cultivation reached through heaven and earth, without equal in the world. Some even say his cultivation surpassed the Human Emperor Realm. Of course, no one knows whether that's actually true."
"Grandmaster of demonic cultivation? Wei Wuxian?" Ning Xuanyuan's expression immediately turned a little strange, and he couldn't help glancing at Qin Lang. "Watch what you say, or he might sue you for infringement."
"Huh?" Qin Lang froze and looked at Ning Xuanyuan in complete bewilderment, clearly not understanding what he meant.
"Forget it. Being uncultured is truly terrifying." Ning Xuanyuan waved a hand, his face full of disdain.
Qin Lang: "???"
At that moment, a figure emerged from the crowd and came before the net of light, facing the fissure in the void.
His presence immediately burst forth, and a terrifying surge of power howled out of his body. Judging by that imposing presence, he was clearly at the Soul Sea Realm.
The man then stepped forward toward the spatial fissure. But each step seemed exceptionally heavy, as though an invisible force were bearing down on him.
Above the net of light, the demonic god figure also lit up with brilliant radiance, its demonic light blazing across the sky.