Realm Exposed, the Value of a Douluo God King!

Through the thin clouds, she saw endless mountain ranges, like sleeping dragons lying dormant upon the earth.

She saw broad, surging rivers, ten times more magnificent than even the widest rivers on Douluo Continent.

And scattered among those plains and basins stood enormous cities.

Pick any one of them at random, and its area and prosperity would be enough to surpass the capital of the Heaven Dou Empire.

"So huge..." Meng Yiran murmured.

Douluo Continent was not small either, but with the two great empires and Spirit Hall, its overall structure had long since been fixed.

Yet here, she felt like a drop of water in the vast ocean—pathetically small.

Outside the scene, at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect in Heaven Dou City.

Ning Fengzhi could not help but sigh as he looked at the vast mountains and rivers displayed on the screen.

"So this is the human realm of the Mortal Cultivation World?"

"Just the cities and population shown in this region alone already surpass our entire Douluo Continent."

Sword Douluo Chen Xin added with a grave expression, "Sect Master, did you notice? Even the ordinary people in those cities have far more vigorous blood and vitality than the commoners here."

"The spiritual energy in this world is far too dense."

"Even without cultivating, being nourished by such an environment year after year would make one's physique far superior to that of ordinary people."

In the scene, the Five-Colored Peacock continued flying for roughly half an hour.

A range of towering mountains suddenly appeared ahead, stretching into the clouds.

These peaks were shrouded in thick white mist all year round, making it impossible to see what lay within.

Meng Yiran had assumed the peacock would slow down and land at the foot of the mountains.

Who would have thought that Fairy Nishang merely flicked out a hand seal? Not only did the Five-Colored Peacock not slow down, it let out a crisp cry and charged straight toward a steep cliff face!

"Ah!"

Meng Yiran shut her eyes in fright.

Many viewers on Douluo Continent also held their breath.

Yet the expected collision never came.

As ripples like water spread through the air.

The Five-Colored Peacock carried the two of them straight through the cliff and into an entirely new world.

When Meng Yiran opened her eyes again, she was completely stunned.

Where was the cliff face?

What appeared before her was a vast world like an immortal paradise.

Seven or eight enormous mountain peaks, each radiating different-colored light, actually floated in midair!

Upon every floating mountain stood resplendent palaces and pavilions.

Countless waterfalls, like the Milky Way itself, poured down from those suspended mountains into a bottomless lake below, splashing rainbow-colored mist across the sky.

And between the peaks, hundreds upon thousands of cultivators riding flying swords or commanding all manner of rare spirit beasts streaked through the air like meteors.

Spirit cranes danced, and ethereal music drifted through the air.

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth was so dense it was nearly liquefying, transforming into wisps of white mist that curled around the palaces.

"This, this is..."

Meng Yiran's mouth fell open, and for a moment she even forgot to breathe.

She had grown up in Beast Academy and had thought its buildings were already magnificent.

But compared to the sect before her, Beast Academy was not even fit to be called a doghouse!

At that moment, all of Douluo Continent fell utterly silent.

Every royal family, sect, and soul master was struck speechless by this sect headquarters, as though it had been shaped by the work of gods.

Spirit Hall, Papal Hall.

Bibi Dong abruptly rose to her feet, her eyes filled with disbelief.

"Mountains floating in midair?"

"How is that possible? What kind of power could make such massive mountain ranges defy gravity and remain suspended in the sky forever?"

Yue Guan and Gui Mei exchanged a glance, each seeing the bitterness in the other's eyes.

In their eyes, the Papal Hall built atop the hill in Spirit City was already the holiest and most magnificent structure on the entire continent.

But compared to this sect called the Covering Moon Sect in the screen.

The Papal Hall was simply like a little mound of dirt molded from mud.

"Your Holiness, look at those disciples flying in the sky."

Gui Mei pointed at the screen, his voice trembling slightly.

"Hundreds, even thousands of people are flying on swords."

"On Douluo Continent, only Soul Sages with flying-type martial souls or Title Douluos can soar freely through the sky."

"But in this Covering Moon Sect, even disciples dressed in the lowest-ranking outer sect robes seem able to fly around on a sword."

This was foundation—a disparity in foundation so vast that it inspired despair.

The privilege of the strong that Douluo Continent took such pride in was merely a basic skill that everyone in this cultivation sect knew.

In the scene, Fairy Nishang did not find Meng Yiran's stunned expression strange.

Any mortal seeing the Covering Moon Sect's grand protective formation and the sect's full splendor for the first time would have reacted the same way.

"This is where our Covering Moon Sect is located."

Fairy Nishang spoke calmly, as though she were mentioning something utterly insignificant.

"What we passed through just now was the sect's mountain-protecting formation."

"Without a sect identity token, or Nascent Soul-stage cultivation powerful enough to forcibly break the formation, no one can discover this place's true appearance."

Meng Yiran swallowed, feeling as though her entire worldview was being reshaped.

"Master, how many people does our sect... have?" she asked cautiously.

Fairy Nishang chuckled softly.

"Counting both inner and outer sect disciples, around thirty or forty thousand."

"As for Golden Core-stage elders like myself, there are several dozen."

"And above us, several Nascent Soul-stage supreme elders stand guard."

Thirty or forty thousand!

Several dozen Golden Core-stage elders!

And several Nascent Soul-stage supreme elders!

The moment those numbers were spoken, the viewers of Douluo Continent felt as if a massive hammer had slammed into their hearts.

Shrek Academy.

Yu Xiaogang felt dizzy. He staggered and nearly fell to the ground.

"Th-thirty or forty thousand cultivators..."

"And so many powerful experts!"

Yu Xiaogang muttered, his face deathly pale.

One had to know that, even counting the two great empires of the entire Douluo Continent and Spirit Hall, the total number of soul masters only amounted to a little over a hundred thousand.

And Title Douluo-level experts were even rarer, few enough to count on both hands.

Yet a single sect of theirs possessed the terrifying strength to overturn the entire Douluo Continent!

How were they supposed to compare?

What could they even use to compare?

Tang San also took a deep breath, his hands clenching into fists within his sleeves.

"This is only one sect in the Human Realm."

"The heavenly screen said this world is divided into the Human, Spirit, and Immortal Realms."

"If a Human Realm sect is already this powerful, then what about the other two realms?"

Meanwhile, just as everyone on Douluo Continent was utterly intimidated by the Covering Moon Sect's foundation, Fairy Nishang had already guided the Five-Colored Peacock down onto one of the floating peaks that glowed faintly red.

In the scene, the Five-Colored Peacock folded its broad wings and landed steadily atop a floating mountain that emitted a faint red glow.

Meng Yiran followed Fairy Nishang and leaped down from the peacock's back.

The instant her feet touched the ground, she could not help taking a deep breath.

A faint fragrance of grass and flowers permeated the air here.

With every breath, she felt the pores across her body relax and open. The soul power within her, which had only just broken through to level thirty-one, actually began circulating on its own beyond her control.

It was even a little faster than when she normally meditated!

"So this is a blessed land of immortals..."

Meng Yiran looked around.

The peak had been forcibly flattened by some great divine ability, upon which exquisite white jade palaces had been built.

Many strange flowers and rare herbs emitting a faint glow had been planted around the palaces.

Several snow-white spirit cranes strolled leisurely among the flowers. Rather than fearing strangers, they tilted their heads curiously as they examined Meng Yiran.

At the center of the plaza stood a spirit spring, wisps of white vapor rising from it.

The dense spiritual energy of heaven and earth was emanating from this very spring.

Fairy Nishang led Meng Yiran into the largest palace with light, graceful steps.

The hall's decor was not lavish. Instead, it carried an elegant, otherworldly charm.

Several tables and chairs carved from unknown spiritwood gave off a faint, calming fragrance.

Fairy Nishang walked to the seat of honor and lazily reclined on a cushioned couch.

With a casual wave of her hand, a white jade teapot on the table floated into the air on its own, pouring out a cup of amber-colored tea that landed steadily on the small table before Meng Yiran.

"Drink. This was brewed with hundred-year Snow Mist Tea."

"You have only just entered the path of cultivation. This tea can cleanse your marrow and purge the mundane impurities from your body."

Overwhelmed by the favor, Meng Yiran lifted the teacup.

The moment the tea entered her mouth, a warm current traveled down her throat and straight into her abdomen.

Then, that current transformed into countless fine streams of energy, coursing through her limbs and bones.

Meng Yiran felt her entire body grow light. The tightness in her chest, which had lingered from inhaling the poisonous miasma, completely cleared away.

What astonished her even more was—

A faint layer of black grime actually seeped out through her skin, giving off an unpleasantly fishy stench.

These were the accumulated toxins and impurities left in her body from using venom to temper herself since childhood.

"This tea..."

Meng Yiran's eyes widened as she sensed the soul power within her body becoming ever purer.

It was merely a cup of tea served to guests, yet its effects were even more miraculous than the treatments of those precious auxiliary-system soul masters on Douluo Continent!

Beyond the heavenly curtain.

The soul masters of Douluo Continent watched the scene, their mouths practically watering dry.

Within the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Ning Fengzhi held a cup of fine tribute tea in his hand, and he had originally thought it tasted quite good.

But compared to the "Snow Mist Tea" in the light screen, which could automatically cleanse one's marrow, the tribute tea in his hand suddenly seemed as hard to swallow as dishwater.

"A casual cup of tea can improve one's physique and eliminate hidden injuries."

"The resources of that world are truly enough to make anyone green with envy."

Ning Fengzhi let out a long sigh.

In the scene, Fairy Nishang looked at the grime on Meng Yiran's body and lightly formed a hand seal.

A stream of clear water appeared out of thin air, circling Meng Yiran's body once and washing away all the filth.

Not only that, after the water flowed over her, Meng Yiran's clothes instantly became dry again.

This basic water-element spell, cast so casually, looked like a miracle in Meng Yiran's eyes.

She knelt on the ground again and sincerely kowtowed.

"Thank you, Master, for the tea."

Fairy Nishang looked at her newly accepted disciple with satisfaction.

Though she came from the mortal world, this little girl's unique poison body truly made her a rare and promising talent.

"Since you have entered my sect, I shall take this opportunity to explain some common knowledge of the cultivation world to you."

Upon hearing this, Meng Yiran, still kneeling on the ground, immediately pricked up her ears.

And beyond the heavenly curtain, on Douluo Continent.

From the Pope of Spirit Hall to the Master of Shrek Academy, and even the fierce beasts of Star Dou Forest.

Every living being held their breath at that moment, afraid of missing even a single word.

Inside the hall, Fairy Nishang toyed with the jade flute in her hand, her voice cool and distant.

"The path of cultivation is a struggle against heaven for one's fate."

"The realms of the human world, from lowest to highest, are broadly divided into five major stages: Qi Refinement, Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul, and Spirit Transformation."

"The Qi Refinement stage has thirteen levels."

"This is the entry stage for cultivators, where they draw the spiritual energy of heaven and earth into their bodies and open their meridians."

"Although they can cast some basic spells, they are still mortals in essence, with a lifespan of no more than one hundred and twenty years."

Hearing this, Yu Xiaogang of Shrek Academy nodded slightly and began assessing it in secret.

"The thirteen levels of Qi Refinement should correspond to the stage from Soul Master to Grand Soul Master in our system."

"That Su Yuntao died at the hands of a kid in the Qi Refinement stage."

On the screen, Fairy Nishang continued.

"When one reaches the peak of Qi Refining, one may attempt to compress the spiritual power within the body, turning Qi into liquid."

"If you cross this threshold, you will enter the Foundation Establishment stage."

"Only Foundation Establishment cultivators can be considered to have truly stepped through the gates of the cultivation world."

"Their magical power greatly increases, they can fly on artifacts, and their lifespan reaches two hundred years."

Meng Yiran listened with utmost focus. At this point, the terrifying old man called Elder Wu surfaced in her mind.

Merely at the Foundation Establishment stage, he had possessed a body-seizing technique capable of making one's soul tremble!

"Then what about you, Master?" Meng Yiran asked curiously.

A proud curve rose at the corner of Fairy Nishang's lips.

"Your master is not particularly gifted. I have cultivated for over a hundred years, and I am now at the late Golden Core stage."

"After Foundation Establishment, the spiritual liquid within one's body solidifies and forms a Golden Core."

"One may live for five hundred years in this realm."

"Upon reaching the Golden Core stage, one can refine a personal natal magic treasure. The core fire within the body can even melt gold and stone."

"In this mortal world, Golden Core cultivators are already powerful enough to establish their own sects and become patriarchs of a region."

A lifespan of five hundred years! Core fire capable of melting gold and stone!

Everyone on Douluo Continent heard this. Though they had seen similar descriptions in the cultivation manuals before, hearing it from a living Golden Core cultivator made the oppressive weight of it come crashing down upon them.

Within Spirit Hall.

Bibi Dong's breathing grew slightly heavy.

Late Golden Core stage.

That was equivalent to a peak Douluo on Douluo Continent—perhaps even stronger.

Yet she had cultivated for only a little over a hundred years, with nearly four hundred more years of life left to spend.

Such an accumulation of time was enough for them to hone their spells and magic treasures to an unimaginably terrifying level.

The explanation on the light screen continued.

"As for above the Golden Core stage..."

A deep yearning and reverence appeared in Fairy Nishang's eyes.

"That is the shattering of the core to form a nascent soul—the mighty Nascent Soul stage."

"Nascent Soul cultivators can live for a thousand years."

"Not only can they wield great divine abilities such as shrinking the earth into inches, but even if their physical bodies are destroyed, as long as their Nascent Souls escape, they can seize another body and cultivate anew. It is equivalent to having an extra life."