The exit of the Secret Realm was at the foot of the fifth volcano: a stone door.
The stone door was heavy, its surface carved with ancient Runes.
Xiao Yun reached out and pressed his hand against the stone door. Soul Power surged in, the Runes lit up, and the stone door slowly opened.
Huang Qianyu, Ling Qianshan, and Hu Qiandai, the three guardians, were waiting outside the door.
When they saw the two of them come out, they hurried forward, their eyes sweeping over them. Only after confirming they were uninjured did they relax.
"Young Master Xiao, that flame—" Huang Qianyu's voice trembled slightly.
Xiao Yun nodded. "It's already been sealed. The Mountain Clan won't have to worry about that flame anymore. This Secret Realm can be used again from now on."
The three guardians froze for a moment, and then their eyes reddened at the same time.
Huang Qianyu's tears slid down silently. Ling Qianshan turned his face away, unwilling to let anyone see his expression. Hu Qiandai bit her lip, trying hard not to let her tears fall.
For more than thirty years, they had guarded this place. Day and night, they had not dared to close their eyes. Their Soul Power had dried up, their life force had drained away, their hair had turned white, and their backs had bent.
They had thought their lives would end like this. They had thought they would never live to see the day the seal was lifted.
Now, the seal had been lifted. The flame that had troubled the Mountain Clan for a thousand years had been sealed. The Secret Realm could be used again.
The Mountain Clan could once again have a place to nurture talented disciples.
The three of them knelt before Xiao Yun in unison. "Young