Layers Upon Layers of Schemes

"Xing Gaohan, Non-Self the only outsider who entered this secret realm, why are you targeting me alone?"

When Yinshuo said this, he looked at Jing Wuming, and the implication was obvious.

Xing Gaohan shifted his gaze to Jing Wuming.

"Ancestor of the Jing Family, how did you learn of the existence of this secret realm?"

Jing Wuming, "No secrets stay hidden forever! Your Xing Family has occupied this secret realm for over a thousand years; you should be content."

"Hmph!" Xing Gaohan snorted coldly.

"My Xing Family has poured countless efforts and resources into this secret realm, yet the harvest has been meager. Now that we are about to break the formation of the core hall, you happen to enter and reap the benefits. What kind of good fortune is this!"

Jing Wuming laughed, "Brother Xing, our Xing and Jing families have been intermarried for a long time and are as close as family. My niece is still your legal wife. If there are any treasures in the hall, the Xing Family can take them first. Just leave a small portion for my Jing Family. Besides, two fourth-tier demons have broken into the secret realm. Yinshuo and I are here and can help you fight them."

"The matter of the great demon is only what Yinshuo said; who can determine whether it is true or not?"

Xing Gaohan swept his cold gaze over the two men, then turned his head and stared intently at the bronze door, falling into silence.

The four people in the hall were Xing Gaohan, Yinshuo, and Jing Wuming, all of whom were Nascent Soul Late Stage cultivators, while Xing Wenyao was Nascent Soul Middle Stage cultivator.

In terms of martial prowess, the two members of the Xing Family had the upper hand.

However, in order to prevent being defeated one by one, Jing Wuming and Yinshuo seemed to be forming an alliance.

It was for this reason that the three parties did not engage in a major war, but instead achieved a delicate balance.

Sudden.

A faint green light emanated from the bronze gate.

Xing Wenyao stared intently at the bronze gate, his expression grave.

His hand Method Formula became increasingly rapid, leaving only afterimages of his fingers flashing through the air.

Nine Squad Commander suddenly flew out, like nine sharp arrows, shooting towards the bronze gate.

"The formation is about to break, retreat quickly!"

Xing Wenyao roared.

Then, his figure suddenly rose from the ground and retreated rapidly backward.

The transparent light curtain that shone on the bronze door blocked the nine Squad Commander.

The nine Squad Commander burst forth with a dazzling blue light, which, like countless sharp blue swords, swept continuously against the light screen.

A dazzling green light suddenly burst forth from the bronze door, like the rising sun.

Then, a powerful energy swept in all directions, and all nine Squad Commander were blown away.

Without Xing Wenyao's reminder, Xing Gaohan, Yinshuo, Jing Wuming had already noticed the anomaly on the bronze door and quickly left.

Only Xing Wenyao, who broke through the formation, was the last to leave. His figure tumbled rapidly in the air, flying hundreds of feet before he could dissipate the impact and stabilize himself.

At that moment, the entire hall, and even the entire mountain, began to shake violently.

Countless rocks detached from the mountain and tumbled down.

As the light faded, the bronze door, which had been tightly closed for countless years, opened a crack, revealing its dark interior.

Wisps of pitch-black ghostly mist slowly seeped out through the cracks in the door.

These ghostly mists were so dense that they seemed to condense into water.

The four men stared at the bronze door, none of them daring to rush in.

However, the four people reacted differently.

Jing Wuming stared at the ghostly mist emanating from the bronze door, and couldn't help but gasp in astonishment.

"The ghostly mist inside this gate is so dense! It's probably comparable to the deepest part of the Misty Ghost Domain."

Xing Gaohan and Xing Wenyao both frowned, their expressions extremely grave. It seemed that neither of them had expected the ghostly mist behind the door to be so thick that it was impossible to dissipate, and they appeared somewhat unprepared and at a loss.

"This ghostly mist is too dense; the Law Treasure we prepared might not be able to hold out for long," Xing Wenyao said with a furrowed brow.

"Even so, we must proceed. The Xing Family has prepared for this secret realm for over a thousand years; how can we retreat now?"

Xing Gaohan's face was ashen, with obvious worry between his brows.

Unlike the other three who were cautious, Yinshuo had a smile on his face, appearing completely unconcerned.

Among the ancient books he obtained were many records about this hall, and he was confident that his understanding of the hall was no less than that of the Xing Family.

Moreover, the <Corpse King Blood Refinement Art> he cultivates has extremely strong resistance to ghost mist. With his Nascent Soul Realm stage cultivation, the ghost mist in the hall does not pose much of a threat to him.

"The three of you, if you don't go in, don't blame me for beating you to the punch."

Yinshuo, wary of the three, slowly walked towards the bronze door.

He walked to the bronze door and saw that Xing Gaohan and Xing Wenyao showed no intention of making a move. He pushed the bronze door open and slipped inside.

A lamp floated on Jing Wuming's chest, its flame flickering and emitting a soft yellow light.

The yellow light acted as a barrier, dispelling the surrounding ghostly mist.

Since you two are hesitant, I, Jing, will go ahead and scout the way for you.

Jing Wuming his initial caution upon the opening of the bronze gate, Jing Wuming transformed into a streak of light, swiftly passing through the gate and disappearing into the darkness.

He was in such a hurry to leave because: once Yinshuo left, he would be isolated and helpless; if the two members of the Xing Family suddenly attacked, he would be no match for them.

Xing Gaohan and Xing Wenyao exchanged glances, both wearing smiles as if mocking Yinshuo and Jing Wuming's foolishness.

The Xing Family had entered this secret realm several times and obtained many ancient Jade Slips; how could they be completely unaware of what lay behind the bronze door?

Xing Gaohan said, "Yinshuo has cultivated the <Corpse King Blood Refinement Art>, making him immune to the ghost mist's invasion. He also possesses numerous ancient texts left behind by the Nether God Temple. He should be able to find the exit from the maze."

Xing Wenyao nodded, then asked another question.

"What should we do with Jing Wuming?"

Xing Gaohan's eyes flashed with murderous intent. "He is at the Nascent Soul Late Stage. In the outside world, if he wanted to leave, even if you and I joined forces, we couldn't stop him. But now that he's entered the labyrinth behind the bronze gate, he has nowhere to escape. Since he's courting death, then we'll grant him his wish."

Xing Wenyao lightly patted the spirit beast pouch at his waist, and a two-tailed Nether Fox leaped out in response.

A wisp of energy flowed from Xing Gaohan's hand and entered the mouth and nose of the Nether Fox.

This aura clearly belonged to Jing Wuming, and it was unknown when he had collected it.

The Nether Fox twitched its nose, sniffed around, then suddenly turned and leaped behind the bronze door.

Xing Gaohan and Xing Wenyao followed closely behind.

Just as the two people and the beast left, two figures, one tall and one short, appeared outside the bronze gate.

"Human Race are indeed inherently inferior. Deceit and strife are rampant among them. Human Race are not worthy to rule this sea; they are only fit to be food for us Demon Race."

The speaker was shrouded in a large black cloak and was over two zhang tall.