"Enter!"
A cultivator charged toward the secret realm entrance first, swift as an arrow loosed from the bow.
Yet just as he was about to step into the secret realm, a dazzling blaze streaked toward him like lightning and pierced straight through his body.
"Aah!"
With a miserable scream, the cultivator was sent flying backward and crashed heavily onto the ground.
A huge black hole had been burned through his chest. Blood gushed out like a spring, dyeing the ground around him crimson.
"A mere junior dares to steal a march on us?"
Before the words had faded, figure after figure rushed into the secret realm, scrambling forward like starving tigers pouncing on prey.
One figure after another flashed past like lightning.
They paid no heed to the cultivator pierced by the firelight. Their eyes held only the treasures and opportunities within the secret realm.
Those who came here had naturally made many preparations, yet some were frozen into ice statues by the icy spiritual energy released from within before they could even reach the secret realm entrance.
"..."
The crowd entered the secret realm one after another.
The Extreme Cold Secret Realm cut off everything, and Tribulation Crossing Stage cultivators were even less able to enter it.
Li Xuanxiao placed Di Nüfeng in the hiding place he had arranged long ago.
He did not feel at ease entrusting Di Nüfeng to anyone, not even Cao Changjing.
Li Xuanxiao knew that once he left, he would not even be able to leave behind a clone.
He had deliberately laid down several layers of formations where Di Nüfeng was hiding.
"Li Xuanxiao, you won't leave me behind, will you?"
Li Xuanxiao handed her the doll he had made long ago.
"It looks just like you."
Di Nüfeng held up the doll,