Green Mountain on the western bank.
Lin Changheng drifted down from his Spell Boat, landed on a great rock beside an unoccupied stretch of riverbank, and sat cross-legged.
The river breeze swept over him, laden with moisture, its damp caress quite pleasant.
"They say the secret realm's entrance is beneath the river's surface."
He paid no further attention to anyone else. He had already spread his spiritual sense across the river, searching everywhere, but found neither the entrance to the secret realm nor even the slightest trace of it!
It was actually hidden this well.
If everyone had not been waiting here, Lin Changheng would have doubted whether this really was the entrance's location.
He waited like this for roughly three days.
Suddenly, a commotion broke out. Lin Changheng, who had been meditating, immediately sensed it. Everyone was craning their necks toward the horizon, and he followed their gazes.
Against the distant sky, blue as though washed clean, a cluster of tiny purplish-red dots appeared. Like sparks setting a prairie ablaze, they hurtled toward the gathering.
They moved extremely fast. At first, they were only indistinct shadows, but within a dozen-odd breaths, their general outlines became clear.
"They're here!"
"It's the Purple Pole Sect!"
"Finally! I thought they were going to miss the appointed time!"
A stir swept through the crowd, and everyone's gaze was involuntarily drawn toward them.
As the purplish-red dots approached, they resolved into more than ten cultivators wearing matching purplish-red sect uniforms. Both men and women were present, all with keen, powerful auras and considerable cultivation. Even the weakest was at the Foundation Establishment middle stage. The woman leading them stood with her hands behind her back, her aura unfathomably deep—she was unmistakably at the Core Formation Stage!
Beneath their feet, a length of red silk