Chen Lin strained his eyes to look ahead.
More than a dozen figures stood ahead, some at Golden Core and others at Foundation Establishment, gazing intently at a certain spot as though waiting for something.
He was greatly surprised.
This place was not far from Myriad Souls Ridge, an area teeming with creatures from the Netherworld. Even Nascent Soul Cultivators did not dare venture here lightly. For cultivators of their level, coming here was quite a risk.
After some thought, Chen Lin did not hurry on his way. He stayed where he was and continued watching, wanting to see what these people were after.
Before long, he suddenly sensed the space at a certain point ahead beginning to tremble, with ripples spreading through it.
Seeing this change, he finally understood.
A secret realm was due to open!
More than a hundred years had passed since the Great Tribulation, but quite a few secret realms had still never opened. Others had opened once in the meantime, but the cultivators inside had been unwilling to leave and had continued living there after they closed again.
He did not know which situation applied to this secret realm. He had never paid much attention to secret realms, so he knew little about them.
Still, it was fortunate that this secret realm was opening now. At least its inhabitants would have a few years to find a way out. Those whose realms were not yet due to open would perish with this realm as it collapsed, never knowing what had happened.
At this thought, Chen Lin recalled the grandson of the Old Shopkeeper, Tian Haifu. He seemed to be in a secret realm called Xiaoyuantian. Chen Lin wondered whether he had come out yet, or whether he was even still alive.
The Old Shopkeeper had