After saying that, Sikong Jing walked step by step to the entrance of the secret realm, took out the Tyrant Soul Token, and vanished into the entrance.
Hum...
In an instant, waves of white light flashed endlessly before Sikong Jing's eyes. This was the third secret realm he had entered. The secret realm space at home had been tiny, with only a great tree and the flowers and grass around it.
The Spirit Sparrow Mini-Realm had been like a paradise beyond the world, and it had not been large either. What would this place be like?
According to Yang Yi and Weng Ting's earlier explanation, the Tyrant Soul Secret Realm was enormous. Upon entering, one would find oneself in a battlefield illusion. Those undergoing the trial had to fight their way through it all the way to a castle at the center of the secret realm.
There were further trials within the castle, where War Puppets stood one after another. Only by fighting one's way to the top of the castle could one obtain the inheritance.
Strangely, the War Puppets would constantly change according to the challenger's combat strength.
No matter what level of combat strength the challenger possessed, they would always suppress the challenger by a hair, driving them to misery and despair.
One had to make a breakthrough in combat strength in every battle in order to win.
Weng Ting and the countless challengers before her had all failed. Only Yang Yi had pressed forward with the Killing Sword Dao, breaking through amid battle after battle against the War Puppets, and thus fighting his way to the top to obtain the inheritance.
To challengers, the Tyrant Soul Secret Realm was utterly terrifying. Its pressure clung to them like a shadow.
The battlefield illusion one encountered upon entering was