The World Had Suffered Under the Three Little Ones for Far Too Long

Another part of the Secret Realm was an entirely different world, with a completely different atmosphere.

The Impermanence Secret Realm belonged to Supreme Heaven, so naturally, it was home to all manner of major factions.

There were disciples from the most elite Supreme Sects, as well as members of alliances formed by various first-rate sects.

Even Rogue Cultivators traveled in groups by appointment.

In short, hardly anyone dared to wander alone.

Because by now, almost everyone had heard—

Two savage little girls had entered the Impermanence Secret Realm. Whenever they spotted someone alone, they would block them from the front and back, clamoring about inviting them to partake in the friendliest sparring ceremony.

Logically speaking, it was only an ordinary sparring match. The challengers were two little girls who were not even a few years old, with barely any cultivation to speak of. No one should have taken them seriously.

But the problem was, those two had an Elder Sister.

The moment you took up your stance, intending to end things quickly, another little girl—slightly older than the other two—would rush out and pummel you fist after fist, smashing your skull to pieces. Who could withstand that?

If that were all, it would have been manageable.

But the three of them took turns shearing the same sheep.

What kind of logic was it to challenge everyone they met, then demand their storage rings if they lost?

The crucial point was that the eldest little girl possessed especially terrifying combat strength.

With only Third Realm cultivation, she could chase down Tenth Realm cultivators and beat them senseless. She had crossed seven whole realms—people might have mistaken her for yet another Peerless Prodigy on the spot.

What left people speechless was—

Even if you could get past the Elder Sister, the black-and-white