The clear-voiced young man had barely spoken when the five Great Cultivators of Yellow Springs Palace, who had been sitting cross-legged in meditation, sprang to their feet one after another. With a blur of their figures, they simultaneously gathered around the old man surnamed Yun.
The four of them watched the tall young man inside the transparent barrier, but most of their attention remained focused on the area around them.
With the minds of four Great Cultivators, they naturally knew which mattered more.
"Many thanks, Senior Shi You. We will surely do our utmost to search for True Demon vital blood for Senior."
The old man surnamed Yun knew that any words of gratitude would be pale and feeble. Only this promise could make the tall young man before him feel even slightly pleased.
"Hmph. With your abilities, only True Demon vital blood could move this Saint Venerable even slightly. In truth, even if this Saint Venerable agreed to what your sect said, you would still be unable to release this Saint Venerable. So many tens of thousands of years have passed, yet not a single Saint Clan member above the Profound Spirit realm has appeared. That is enough to show that this place has already lost contact with the sects of your Upper Realm. With cultivation as low as yours, you naturally cannot remove the restrictions here."
Hearing the tall young man say this, the old man surnamed Yun did not show the slightest disappointment. Instead, his eyes began to gleam sharply.
The other party had actually said something like this—something that had never once appeared in the records of Yellow Springs Palace.
Every time the Yellow Springs Secret Realm opened, Yellow Springs Palace would send several cultivators inside to remove the restrictions on this altar and restore the