Beyond the mountain plains, three cultivators stood on high ground, looking down below. All three came from the three largest sects in the vicinity.
They gazed at the wilderness shrouded in starlight ahead, their faces filled with astonishment. This region had originally been a barren wasteland, yet according to what they knew, such changes had appeared in merely a single day. The verdant mountains and fair waters stretched beyond the eye's reach—what kind of mighty power was this?
They could be even more certain that some "secret realm" of the ancient Immortal Dynasty had emerged into the world. As elders in their sects, they had seen quite a few secret realms before, but not a single one possessed grandeur comparable to this place. Judging from this, even if it was not a relic abode left behind by a True Person of the Higher Dharma, it was certainly connected to a supreme Dharma artifact.
One of them, a handsome Daoist in yellow robes with a frivolous air hidden between his brows, looked for a while. A strange gleam rose in his eyes before gradually fading. He said, "This place looks peaceful enough, but the internal qi is profound and unfathomable. Our three sects alone cannot swallow it whole."
The other two cultivators looked about the same age as him, though their bearing differed. The one standing in the middle, a cultivator wearing a silver robe embroidered with dragon patterns and a jade-colored silk sash at his waist, agreed. "Fellow Daoist Scattered Ink speaks reasonably. This place is no simple matter."
From their long experience, a secret realm's level determined its dangers. And the level displayed by this place was clearly not something their few sects could take down together. Even if they had gotten ahead of everyone else, it would be