"Rumble!"
Two days later, a thunderous explosion rang out in the sky of the Small World, signaling the end of the Secret Realm's opening period.
All the outsiders who were still alive within it were transported out.
But while some rejoiced, others grieved!
Some Dao Lineages waited and waited without seeing their disciples emerge. The outcome could not have been clearer.
In particular, the deaths of several First Generations would shake the Upper Realm.
After all, even an entire Great Province might not produce a single First Generation. They were exceedingly rare.
Normally, once beings of such extraordinary talent matured, they were certain to become powerhouses who would influence the Upper Realm.
A First Generation could even revitalize a sect, lead it to the glory of the Extreme Realm, and protect its Dao Lineage's prosperity for countless years.
Yet several had died in battle just like that, cut down in their prime. How could their Dao Lineages accept such enormous losses?
Unfortunately, every First Generation was proud and far too stubborn. Even after effectively dying once in battle, they had refused to heed any advice and insisted on entering again. It left people sighing.
But this matter clearly would not end so easily.
In particular, the Taotie clan's Ancestress and the Western Sect's Vice Cult Master wore dark expressions as they stared at the small figure standing with the Heaven Mending Sect, their gazes terrifying.
Lin Fan shuddered, feeling as though a savage beast from a raging flood had set its sights on him. Fortunately, a gentle breeze swept over, and Qing Yao stepped in front of him in time.
She snapped, "This was a contest among juniors. If any elder dares to cast aside all shame and retaliate, don't blame me for showing no mercy. I'll destroy your sect's