Besides that, there was one other possibility: the information was inaccurate, and he would need to find it himself.
In the time it took him to think, Ye Lin and the others had already left the secret realm, their figures returning once more to the Trial Heavenly Ladder.
This time, they had entered the secret realm without incident. They had arrived in grand procession, full of imposing splendor, yet when they left, only a handful of them remained.
How truly ironic.
"Let's go. This secret realm no longer belongs to us."
Ye Lin looked back at the entrance behind him before finally speaking.
The things within were heaven-defying. If he could cultivate in seclusion there, Ye Lin did not even dare imagine how pleasant that would be.
Unfortunately, it had only ever been temporary.
From this moment on, the Nine Heavens Mystic Realm belonged solely to the sea clan.
One day, if his strength became enough to contend with the Four Seas, he would certainly return.
These laws alone were worth another trip.
The group followed the Heavenly Ladder, stained with blood, down toward the bottom. Once they left the ladder, they would be outside the secret realm—in the East Sea.
Then they would follow the path they had taken here all the way back to the Crimson Wasteland.
A moment later, they reached the original entrance. After passing through it, they found themselves outside the island.
Endless seawater stretched all around them.
The four strands of Sword Qi Yun Xuan had set down earlier had long since vanished without a trace.
The seawater continuously crashed against the island below.
Amid the boundless sea, the island was like a small skiff, liable to be swallowed by the ocean entirely with the slightest misstep.
"Let's go. We'll return to the Crimson