Burial Immortal Valley, Immortal Demon Blood... The Xuanyuan Secret Realm Tournament Begins

North of Qingzhou City, the Tuocang Mountain Range coiled like a dormant azure dragon, stretching uninterrupted for a thousand miles. Mists and vapors curled among the overlapping mountain peaks, where spiritual essence faintly flowed.

Deepest within Tuocang Mountain hid a strange region.

That was a dreaded "forbidden ground for the living", where ordinary cultivators dared not cross even half a step.

If one overlooked it from high above, a boundary line was as clear as a painting.

It was as though a divine being had wielded a giant blade, hacking the boundless earth cleanly into two halves with distinct boundaries.

Outside the line remained a human scene.

Mountains rolled, layers of forest turned lush and verdant, and ancient trees reached toward the skies to block out the sun, their branches intersecting like a net.

Dark green pines and cypresses took root upon cliff faces, unyielding and tall, growing stubbornly despite the buffeting winds and rain.

Occasionally, spiritual birds swept across the firmament, their wings slicing through the clear blue sky to leave behind a few crisp cries that broke the quiet of the mountain forest.

Streams gushed murmurously from between stone fissures, gathering into brooks whose splashing waters sounded pleasant to the ear as they nourished the vegetation along the banks.

Yet once one crossed that formless boundary line, heaven and earth abruptly changed color—

The earth seemed to have been fiercely crushed by a giant hand from beyond the heavens, filled everywhere with a lifeless, ochre-brown color where not a single blade of grass grew.

Rocks cracked like spiderwebs, intersecting horizontally and vertically, with dark red glows faintly leaking from the depths of the fissures where subterranean magma surged, harboring terrifying thermal heat.

The air was permeated with a thick scent of sulfur and scorching heat, pungent and difficult