New Chapter: Saint's Hometown

The space blurred rapidly, as if it were dissolving or turning into mist.

The Supernatural Practitioner entered felt a chill run down their spines, and even their bodies felt weak.

Even celestial beings worry that they might suddenly evaporate completely.

Wang Xuan was surprised; something was different here.

When people look back outwards, the universe is vast, the Star River Brilliant, and the sea of meteorites is so real.

In this "scene," one is left questioning the meaning of life, wondering if everything will eventually turn from reality to illusion.

Wang Xuan felt as if he were walking on soft ground, with floating clouds all around him. The surrounding space was distorted, the light was violently bent, and he could even see the scenery behind him with the naked eye.

Those below the True Immortal level cannot survive here. A force field distorts spacetime, and eventually, everyone can easily see the back of their own head.

This intense discomfort accompanied everyone, tearing at their bodies, until they crossed a high plateau and went far away, only then did they gradually return to normal.

The scenery was no longer blurry; the scene was now clearly visible. The sky was crimson, like a poignant sunset, spilling onto the ground, the red light resembling flowing blood.

The ground was cold and hard, a frozen expanse, with few plants to be seen in the surrounding area. Some large trees were very sparse, with only one every few hundred meters, and they were covered with withered leaves.

Although many Supernatural Practitioner entered, they appeared sparse on such a vast frozen land, and they all intentionally kept their distance from each other to avoid being ambushed.

This area is considered a new district, quite different from previously developed areas. The further you go in, the more mysterious it becomes, as if it has no end.

"Hey! That person, you're going to die!" someone shouted a warning.

A man stood in front of a rock, looking at some rough lines carved on it, like those left by primitive people. They were crude and lacked aesthetic appeal.

However, the person standing in front of the rock was becoming blurred and fading, even more so than when they had first entered.

Moreover, his body is also becoming flattened.

He heard shouts from not far away, feeling confused. He turned around and glanced back, only to find his flat body floating up and falling onto the rocks.

"What kind of hellish place is this?!" someone exclaimed in shock.

This was a chilling sight to behold: a living person, at the True Immortal Level, rapidly blurred and then became a figure in a painting.

"Help... me..." A faint cry came from a rock more than a meter high, asking for help.

Nearby, many people were looking in this direction, all with wary and cautious expressions; something was definitely wrong with this place.

"Ah!" A scream rang out, and a splash of blood splattered from the simple image on the stone wall; the person must have died.

Originally, it was a carving of a primitive man hunting, chasing a wild beast. But after this person went in, the scene changed, and he took the place of the wild beast. He was shot through the body by an arrow and died.

This was a true immortal who inexplicably entered the ancient painting on the stone wall and was shot dead by someone with a very primitive bow and arrow, which alerted all the extraordinary beings, who quickly retreated.

One of them was closer and peered into the area, staring at the strange changes on the rocks. As a result, he too began to fade away and float up.

"Don't look!" Fortunately, his companion pulled him back, otherwise he wouldn't have realized the danger was imminent.

A Demon Immortals warned, "Everyone, if you see any murals here, do not look at them. The paintings in this place, which may seem simple, are very strange and can be deadly!"

His true form is an antelope, which hangs its horns in the void and disappears instantly. This is his racial talent, and he goes to distant places to seek opportunities.

Seeing this, the others also set off, afraid of falling behind. This was a new area, and this mysterious place contained many rare and wondrous items.

Wang Xuan witnessed the whole process and was somewhat lost in thought. Even though he was far away from the rocks, he also felt something was amiss. How could such a simple primitive hunting map have such destructive power?

"There are two possibilities. First, this is a fragment of a world map, condensing the power of the Dao. If conditions permit, the scenery in the painting can materialize," someone analyzed.

That was a middle-aged man beside Luo Ying, a late Heavenly Grade expert from the Black Peacock Clan. He believed that there were many murals on the frozen ground, possibly scrolls condensed from fragments of the Supernatural World, and that if they were combined, they could suppress many extraordinary beings.

"There is another possibility: this painting was made by the old saint or the new saint. Therefore, even though it is carved on an ordinary rock, there are still unfathomable Daoist charms left behind, which even a true immortal cannot block."

This kind of analysis is a bit creepy. Could something that an old saint or a true saint casually smeared be enough to obliterate all the immortals?

Moreover, this is in a mysterious extraterrestrial space-time scene, which is suspected to be related to other Great Universe. How could a True Saint Level being "graffiti" here?

"Whether it's a new saint or an old saint, they are probably all outsiders to the Supernatural Central World. Beings of that level can migrate with the most dazzling stage, but here..." Luo Ying, the number one young expert of the Black Peacock Clan, began.

She had a hunch that this might be a scene from the hometown of the Old Saint or the New Saint. After them, more people came out.

This time, three Extraterrestrial Civilization descended and suddenly clashed here, engaging in fierce combat. Could one of them be from the Old Saint or the New Mother Universe?

Wang Xuan was taken aback when he heard her speculation from a distance.

If someone were to emerge from the saint's hometown, it would be absolutely extraordinary. If a group of old friends were to encounter them, what a chaotic scene it would be! He frowned deeply.

"Second King, shall we travel together?" A woman from the Black Peacock Clan greeted him with a smile.

"No, as a junior demon, I haven't been an immortal for many years. I've only been wandering around outside. I dare not go on adventures with you," Wang Xuan said modestly, politely declining.

A group of people left, and there weren't many people left in this area.

Wang Xuan also set off. This time, he began to adjust himself on the way. His primordial spirit aura gradually changed. Then, he traversed the void and disappeared directly.

When he reappeared, he became a true immortal among the Golden Horn Demon Race, and temporarily became a member of the same clan as Jin Xin, who had broken off his horns on the chessboard battlefield.

The vast, frigid permafrost was filled with screams from afar, a scene far from peaceful.

Wang Xuan flew across the sky and saw a magnificent garden in a frozen land. Some medicinal herbs grew there, including some immortal-level vines and trees, with tricolor buds and a strong medicinal fragrance.

Some people fought over it, and a conflict ensued.

These things held little appeal for Wang Xuan. His main objective this time was to find someone, but he also hoped that his old friend was not on this terrible battlefield.

Ahead, the trees became more numerous. Although there was still a large area of frozen soil, many different species of plants and trees grew tenaciously and adapted to this environment.

One of the towering ancient trees, imbued with the Sun Fire Essence, was covered in snow-white blossoms, and its vibrant life force could be felt even from a distance.

"A sun tree, what a pity, it didn't bear any fruit." Wang Xuan rushed past, not bothering to dig up the tree and plant it, as the fruit would take hundreds of years to mature.

His current goal is to catch up with Hell Black Ant and the others, and follow the safe path behind them to enter the deepest part of the Space-Time Secret Realm.

"Hmm?" He spotted the people from the Tattoo Palace. The young man, Hongdao, did indeed have a unique charm. Not only was he outstanding in appearance, but he also had an extraordinary temperament.

His eyes were deep, reflecting the rise and fall of stars. He held Five-Colored Strange Bamboo in his hands, letting the Light Mist flow through them, as he walked through a dense, cold-resistant forest.

Wang Xuan wanted to go over and kill him, but he held back after taking a quick look.

In the nearby dense forest, many people followed him, as if pulling an invisible net, circling the entire forest.

Among them were several late Heavenly Grade experts; this group was very strong. In addition, a group from the Paper Saint Hall was also following, and the young woman named Mo Han was not far from Hong Dao.

The two sides have clearly joined forces. If Wang Xuan chooses to attack, he would have to use array diagrams or other methods, which would create a huge commotion, and these people are really strong.

Hongdao and Mo Han are both Supernatural Practitioner True Immortal, and with their breakthroughs, their combat power must be considerable.

"What are these people looking for?"

Wang Xuan seriously suspected that he might be searching for the Eight-Colored Strange Bamboo through special means. Hongdao in the dense forest was carrying the Five-Colored Strange Bamboo and activating its innate five-elemental source Light Mist, which was very strange.

"Fellow Daoist, would you like to join us in seeking opportunities?" A voice echoed from the dense forest, which was actually a warning.

There were indeed experts among this group, with extremely keen senses.

"Everyone, don't misunderstand. I Golden Horn King, am just passing through." After saying this, Wang Xuan rode on lightning and with a boom, disappeared into the distance.

He'd memorized this place. He'd come back after finishing his business, and whether it was to intercept or kill someone, he'd make a show of it.

Suddenly, a sword light shot into the sky. Wang Xuan had not seen such a powerful sword immortal for many years. It was not much weaker than the scene when he saw Shang Yi practicing swordsmanship in the Immortal Realm of the Mother Universe.

The sword light was dazzling, as if it could sever the sea of stars. It was both dazzling and awe-inspiring. One sword beam after another rose from the ground, connecting heaven and earth and piercing the sky.

Wang Xuan suddenly stopped; if he continued forward, he would be voluntarily entering the area of sword light.

As expected, it was the Green Ram Sword Immortal. He was somewhat disheveled as he ran out of a Divine Temple. With each step he took, the earth trembled violently, and thick sword lights, as large as mountains, rose directly from the ground and pierced the sky.

This caused Wang Xuan's pupils to contract. As the Green Ram Sword Immortal ran outwards, countless enormous sword lights rose and fell between heaven and earth, more magnificent than countless volcanic eruptions.

In the distance, the Black Bull Saber Immortal made his move, a blinding blade of light slicing through the sky and landing on the not-so-tall Divine Temple, as if disrupting some kind of Daoist rhythm and artistic conception.

The Divine Temple was not destroyed, but it was dimmed.

The Green Ram Sword Immortal emerged completely from there, the sword light behind him gradually fading away.

"I'm leaving. The stories in those murals in the Divine Temple are really too creepy and terrifying to look at. I almost got trapped in them and had to slash 7,249 times before I escaped. It was probably the work of an old saint or a new saint."

"Green Ram Sword Immortal said, his expression extremely solemn. He was a Super Peerless, yet even he almost became a figure in the mural, which shows how dangerous it was."

The two Super Peerless saw the somewhat "terrified" little demon in the distance— the Golden Horn Demon Immortal Wang Xuan —but paid him little attention and continued on their way.

Wang Xuan waited for a long time, and then chose to follow suit. Whether it was the Hell Black Ant or the Green Ram Sword Immortal, they were both heading in this direction.

At the edge of this land lies the most important core area of this Space-Time Secret Realm. He followed the Super Peerless footprints.

At the same time, he also paid attention to the terrifying ruins and wastelands left by battles many years ago along the way, looking for traces left by old friends and unique treasures.