"This pressure is definitely from the late Earth Immortal realm. Even if I fought him now, at best it would be a four-to-six split—I'd be the four."
Ye Lin muttered to himself. The man before him was far too formidable. Setting aside his cultivation alone, he was wreathed in dense luck power.
A Luck Golden Dragon coiled around his body, bringing Ye Lin an exceptionally intense sense of oppression.
But if this man mobilized the Luck Golden Dragon in battle, Ye Lin would not be his match.
"Phew."
Ye Lin drew a deep breath and looked at the rift ahead. That man was not someone he needed to consider right now. When the time came, someone would deal with him—for instance, that one from Penglai Island.
"The secret realm is open. I'll be taking the first step."
"Though the gun shoots the bird that sticks its head out, I still want to be the first to eat the cake."
"Let's go."
"The Purple Gold Secret Realm has opened wide. No hesitation—move."
Seeing the Purple Gold Secret Realm open completely, countless powerful cultivators around them surged inside. Even knowing there might be danger, they no longer feared it.
Usually, secret realms were contested by the younger generation; it was rare for the older generation to fight over one.
The older generation was simply too powerful. A secret realm was, after all, only a small world, and it could not bear the presence of so many powerful cultivators.
But the Purple Gold Secret Realm was clearly an exception.
Of those from the older generation who could personally come to contend for this secret realm, the overwhelming majority were nearing the end of their lifespan. They had come here merely to fight for a sliver of hope.
Moreover, Supreme Saint experts were watching