Undercurrents Surging

He returned to his inner courtyard, which was quiet and serene.

Pushing open the courtyard gate, Shen Yuan walked to the martial arts practice ground in the yard and slowly raised his hand as a wisp of rich, silvery-white true qi rose from his palm.

After breaking through to the late Meridian Opening Realm, the density of his true qi had increased by a large margin compared to the middle stage. The hidden injury on his left shoulder was still throbbing with a dull ache, so he intentionally exercised restraint and avoided driving his left arm to exert force on a large scale.

One month from now, the Azure Cloud Secret Realm opens. Shen Yuan muttered to himself.

Within the secret realm, there were fortuitous encounters and clues to the Heavenly Stele Fragment, but equally, there was also a mortal enemy of life and death like Xiao Wuji. The interior of the secret realm was not bound by arena rules, nor did it have elders monitoring in real time, so slaughter and contention were common occurrences. Deep resentment had accumulated in Xiao Wuji's heart, and once inside the secret realm, he would likely kill him without the slightest hesitation or scruple.

Not only Xiao Wuji, but Gu Changfeng had also received a True Disciple Nomination. The Longwind Society possessed a massive sphere of influence, and people's hearts were unpredictable; entering the secret realm would also inevitably bring about conflicts of interest.

If I want to survive in the secret realm and obtain fortuitous encounters, my strength still needs further tempering.

Shen Yuan walked over to the stone stool in the courtyard and sat down, his consciousness sinking into his sea of consciousness.

The Martial Arts Heavenly Stele hovered quietly, and through multiple actual combat matches in the Minor Tournament, his