"Less than a fifth... Just as expected."
Li Qingyang rose from his recliner and looked toward the center of the plaza.
Most of those who had come here were disciples of the Sword Sect or other Immortal Sects. There weren't many local cultivators from Mystic Sword City.
That was only natural. Although most cultivators weren't as excessively cautious as those from the Supreme Dao Sect, they still instinctively preferred to play it safe.
Buzz—
The Secret Realm in the sky suddenly trembled. Visible ripples spread outward, stretching hundreds, even thousands of miles in the blink of an eye.
Flight had already been banned in the airspace near the Secret Realm, but people could still fly as usual farther away.
Some cultivators flying high in the sky saw the tsunami-like ripples rushing toward them. They were startled and tried to dodge, but it was already too late. The ripples swept them up.
Screams rang out without pause.
But the expected world-shaking upheaval never came. They only felt a gentle breeze brush their faces as the terrifying ripples swept on into the distance.
"..."
Some of the cultivators who had screamed especially loudly wore awkward expressions.
Come on, if there's no danger, why make it look so terrifying?!
"Zhang Yunlu, local cultivator, ninth level of Qi Refining."
The gentle voice seemed to come from a distant place. It wasn't loud, but everyone heard it clearly.
Then a pillar of light suddenly descended from the Secret Realm, landing somewhere in Mystic Sword City before vanishing in an instant.
Clearly, the trial-taker had been sent into the Secret Realm.
Whose voice is that? Li Qingyang looked at the Secret Realm.
It didn't sound like any of the Martial Uncles or Senior Martial Uncles he knew. Instead, it sounded a little like...
Hiss—
Li Qingyang