Elsewhere.
Kong Yue stood quietly amid the blood wind.
The beast markings on her body lit up as well, drawing dozens of ancient beast phantoms howling toward her.
Yet just as those ancient beast phantoms drew near, faint glimmers of azure, crimson, white, black, and yellow flashed behind her and vanished.
The instant the five-colored glimmers appeared, several ancient beast phantoms that had targeted her actually retreated instinctively.
Kong Yue held her cane, her expression unchanged.
Only the look she cast toward the distant ancient beast phantoms carried a few more traces of gravity.
"This secret realm... is even more troublesome than this old woman expected."
After murmuring softly, Kong Yue's gaze seemingly casually swept over in the direction where Su Shi'er and Hu Meier stood.
In the next instant, Kong Yue's gaze settled on the Wu Clan members.
Wu Changdeng and his group were clearly in a different situation.
As the blood wind swept toward them, the ritual markings beneath the Wu Clan members' feet lit up one after another, like dim crimson lamps swaying in the wind.
The will of the ancient battlefield pressed down upon the ritual markings, yet seemed to be gradually dissolved by those life lamps.
Wu Changdeng stood with his staff in hand.
His cloudy eyes swept across the surroundings, and no surprise showed on his face.
Instead, as he looked toward the ruined blazing sun in the distance, an unreadable glimmer appeared deep within his eyes.
Without betraying anything, Su Shi'er took in every side's reaction, growing ever more vigilant within.
They had all entered the secret realm together.
Yet the secret realm's rules were clearly not the same for everyone.
And himself...
Before the thought could finish forming—
Su Shi'er felt his Dantian shudder. The Nine Heavens Exquisite Pagoda erupted with violent