Within a secret realm, third-grade immortal-grade formations concealed all presence, sealing off the inside from the outside.
The secret realm lay deep beneath a mountain range. Third-grade and second-grade immortal-grade formations overlapped in layer upon layer, thirty-six in all. Each had come from Zhao Xingchen's accumulations over his previous lives and had cost countless immortal materials to refine.
Even so, he dared not let his guard down in the slightest.
Zhao Xingchen let out a long breath and said, still shaken, "Had I known a Heavenly Immortal Beast Emperor was hiding in the Burning Heaven Ancient Ruins Realm, I would never have come."
"Now look at us. I fear our chances of surviving are slim."
Huo Rong, Supreme Elder of the Fire Qilin Race, looked like a man in his sixties, yet his frame was burly. His chest lay bare, protected by fire qilin scales, and scales covered his cheeks and the corners of his eyes as well.
Huo Rong's crimson hair was a foot long and stood on end like burning flames, gently swaying at all times.
"No wonder there have been several occasions when every cultivator in the Burning Heaven Ancient Ruins Realm died, with not a single survivor."
"It seems they, too, encountered the Beast Emperor emerging from seclusion."
Zhao Xingchen suddenly coughed up blood. "Cough, cough..."
A mouthful of essence blood spurted out, carrying a trace of ashen, decaying Qi.
This was a sign of damage to his Immortal Dao origin, not ordinary depletion of law power.
Zhao Xingchen said helplessly, "Fellow Daoist Huo Rong, I fear we, too, will leave our bones here."
"Once the Heavenly Immortal Beast Emperor emerges from seclusion, it will slaughter everyone to the last."
"After all, it knows that if word of its existence gets out, a Heavenly Immortal Powerhouse