Third, the Night-Cry Secret Realm would not let anyone come away empty-handed.
Anyone who walked out alive would obtain something tied to their own karma.
It might be a cultivation technique, a magic treasure, a memory, or perhaps an answer.
Perhaps what they received would not necessarily be the best, but it would certainly be what suited them best at that moment.
Thus, the Night-Cry Secret Realm had another name: the Karmic Realm.
"The Karmic Realm?"
"Wouldn't that be a guaranteed profit?"
"Could there really be no price to pay?!"
After hearing this, everyone wore different expressions.
The half-lidded eyes of Qin Baili suddenly flashed with light.
Li Chuan remained silent as ever, but the hand resting on the Corpse King Sword unconsciously tightened.
Mo Cha sucked in a breath of cold air. He turned to glance at the crowd's varied expressions and could not help muttering a curse in the barbarian tongue.
The old men of those surrendered tribes knelt prostrate on the ground, trembling all over and murmuring endlessly, as if begging their totems for forgiveness.
As for the members and disciples selected from the Seven Peaks, the tension on their faces had already turned into barely restrained excitement.
The tribes had been unruly and defiant; they had thought a hard battle would be unavoidable.
In the end, they had indeed fought a hard battle, but after it was over, a Secret Realm had actually fallen from the heavens.
And it was the legendary Karmic Realm, capable of granting things tied to one's own karma. Under ordinary circumstances, they would not even have been qualified to enter such an opportunity.
Xu Changqing took in everyone's reactions before turning to Qin Baili. "Has the vortex stabilized?"
Qin Baili raised his head to look at the dark red vortex in