Soon, Tong Xinran brought the Divine Firmament Sword Sect disciples to the secret realm's entrance.
Ying Huaixu hurriedly looked toward the entrance.
Its appearance had hardly changed. It looked much as it had when he played the game.
A great four-pointed-star-shaped rift had opened in the sky, but looking in from outside, they could only vaguely make out the outlines of the scenery within.
It was like a mirror had appeared in the sky, except that the mirror reflected a different scene.
Broadly speaking, it was the same as when he played the game, but something was off about the aura emanating from this secret realm.
Ying Huaixu checked the map, his heart heavy.
Beside the secret realm marked on the map were three blood-red triangular exclamation marks.
"Holy shit..."
Ying Huaixu could not help swearing.
This was the first time since coming to this world that he had seen such an absurd difficulty level.
Three red exclamation marks-just how fucking hard was this?
Was this really an instance a human could clear?
Ying Huaixu's gaze was utterly serious.
As for the other disciples, they had been watching his every move.
When they saw how grave his expression had become, they were already drenched in sweat.
Those who had yet to get past He Xiuyuan, in particular, were beginning to turn deathly pale.
The Divine Firmament Sword Sect was not the only group coming to the secret realm.
Before long, the people from Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain arrived aboard a stone Buddha statue.
The Feathered Immortal Sacred Land's flying boat arrived as well.
The Ancestral Dragon Sacred Land's disciples came riding a giant dragon, which finally landed on a hilltop.
Next came the Ten Thousand Demons Sacred Land.
They did not ride a flying boat. Instead, all the demon disciples