Beyond the secret realm, above the heavens.
Dark Matter surged like ink, bursting forth from the cracks in the secret realm, and coalesced in the void into a massive black curtain that completely obscured the entire sky.
Rumble!
The interior of the secret realm, which was originally visible at a glance, was now shrouded in a black veil, which even Quasi-Emperor's divine sense could not penetrate.
The black veil not only blocked the view but also slowly devoured the Spiritual Qi of the outside world, like a living ferocious beast greedily chewing on the energy of this world.
There's a problem!
"The concentration of this Dark Matter far exceeds that of previous years when the secret realm opened; there must be something inside actively guiding its expansion."
The eighteen clan elders and the Feng Lineage elders noticed something was wrong, and their expressions turned serious.
This is not a good thing!
Countless geniuses and prodigies from various lineages reside in the secret realm of the Three Thousand Provinces of the Desolate Ancient Land! If they were to be tainted by the legendary Dark Matter and brought out of the secret realm, it would likely affect the entire Three Thousand Provinces of the Desolate Ancient Land.
Should we end the secret realm?
A Quasi-Emperor from a reclusive sect said, "If a major incident occurs, even we quasi -Quasi-Emperor might not be able to control the situation; the Great Emperor would need to personally intervene!"
The quasi -Quasi-Emperor exchanged glances, somewhat hesitant.
Feng Qingtian, the Quasi-Emperor ancestor of the Feng Clan, frowned. He was dressed in a blue robe, surrounded by wind blades that kept the Dark Matter out of his body, but his expression was not good.
"No!"
Why terminate it?
"Sending them to the secret realm is precisely for their training, isn't it?"
"Isn't the goal to expose them to darkness early? If they're stopped in their tracks by just a touch of Dark Matter, how can they shoulder great responsibilities in the future!"
The Feng Clan's Quasi-Emperor disagreed.
He spoke with great righteousness, but in reality, it was about his Feng Clan's ancient prodigy receiving a divine inheritance that could not be interrupted lightly, or something bad would happen!
Most importantly...
Lin Fan headed in the direction where the freak from the Feng Clan was located...
A smile crept onto his lips. The Feng Clan freak was almost ready to comprehend the Feng Clan's legacy... Once he finished receiving the legacy, he could avenge the great loss the Feng Clan had suffered in the past.
This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and he's letting it slip away!
Many Quasi-Emperor nodded in agreement, agreeing with the Feng Clan's Quasi-Emperor's words. If these juniors weren't given a head start in understanding Dark Matter, a major calamity might ensue!
Beset by internal and external troubles!
These greenhouse flowers will be extremely vulnerable.
The Feng Clan's Quasi-Emperor glanced coldly at the eighteen elders of the Lin Clan beside him.
The eighteen elders of the Lin Clan leisurely took a sip of wine, smacked their lips, and said, "Old ghost, what do you think I mean?"
"Hehe, it's nothing!" the Feng Clan's Quasi-Emperor said calmly. "This elder wants to remind you that the Dark Matter in the secret realm has no eyes. If your imperial son accidentally steps into a place he shouldn't be, there might not even be time to collect his corpse. Don't go crazy if he dies."
"Collect the body?"
The eighteen elders of the Lin Clan chuckled, understanding his implied meaning, and revealed a set of large, yellow teeth. "I bet your brat Feng Qingyun is dead and my Imperial Prince is unharmed?"
snort!
Feng Qingtian raised an eyebrow, a barely perceptible glint of confidence flashing in his eyes. "Qingyun is a child with remarkable talent, and he has also received the opportunity of the ancient inheritance of my Feng Clan. If he can fully inherit the legacy this time, his combat power will be enough to sweep away all the geniuses of his generation."
"Sweep them all away?" The eighteen elders of the Lin Clan grinned. "What a coincidence! My imperial son just ate two Golden-Winged Great Peng a few days ago and was thinking of trying something different. If your boy doesn't know what's good for him, he might become a dish too. Oh, right, you're human. My imperial son doesn't eat humanoid creatures."
Feng Qingtian's expression darkened, and he stopped speaking, a cold glint flashing deep in his eyes.
He had extreme confidence in Feng Qingyun, who was an ancient prodigy nurtured by the Feng Clan for generations and his greatest asset in competing with the Lin Clan in this place.
Deep within the secret realm, in the forbidden area.
Lin Fan discovered that as he got closer to the core area, the Dark Matter became increasingly concentrated.
With Double Pupils, one can see what appears to be countless tiny black particles floating in the air, gently wriggling against the skin, trying to burrow into flesh and blood and devour life.
Lin Fan activated the Chaos Scripture, expanding his Chaos Domain!
The black particles were immediately swallowed and purified by the Chaos Qi as soon as they got close, without even causing a ripple.
Suddenly, Lin Fan seemed to sense another disturbance and abruptly looked in one direction. "It's not the altar, but the fluctuations are no weaker than the Dark Fear!"
"It seems something else extraordinary has also been born!"
This place is a corner of the core difference; the concentration of Dark Matter has become so thick that it is almost liquid, like a black swamp! It is devouring all light and life.
The ground is littered with the bones of countless ancient creatures.
There were fragments of the Dragon Clan bones, phoenix bones, and human bones, all corroded and incomplete by the Dark Matter.
"Buzz."
An ancient stone coffin suddenly moved.
The coffin lid slowly slid open to one side, revealing a crack.
A wisp of pure black aura emanated from it, aura completely different from the surrounding Dark Matter. It was purer and more ancient, as if darkness itself had solidified into a tangible form.
"Boom!"
A pale hand reached out from the coffin and blew the coffin away!
Those hands were as thin as a rake, their nails as black as ink, as if they had been soaked in Dark Matter for countless years, yet they still carried a strange vitality.
Then, a figure sat up from the coffin.
It was a young man with a face as pale as paper, but his eyes were pure black with no whites. Deep within his pupils seemed to be a bottomless black hole, slowly rotating.
He was handsome, but his handsomeness was eerie, like a god emerging from the darkness, inspiring both awe and instinctive fear.
Hehehe!
He looked down at his pale hands, then looked up at a human cultivator standing before the stone coffin. The cultivator was covered in blood and trembling, clearly having just touched the restriction and triggered the stone coffin's awakening.
"Who... who are you?"
The human cultivator stared intently at the man. He was a prodigy, a man of considerable experience, and not one to be easily frightened. He sensed something was amiss. He had gone through so much trouble, it wouldn't be surprising if he had found some unexpected opportunity, but instead, he had unleashed a monster.
"Who I am?"
"I slept for too long, I almost forgot!"
The young man tilted his head, his pure black eyes staring at him silently, as if looking at an ant that had strayed into its nest. Then, in a calm tone, he asked, "Tell me, what year is it outside?"
Who do you think you are...?
The human cultivator frowned, about to say something, but when he met the young man's eyes, he froze, his gaze becoming blank.
" Three Thousand Provinces of the Desolate Ancient Land..."
The human cultivator stammered and gave a timeframe.
Oh, has it been that long already?
The young man lowered his eyes, seemingly filled with emotion and reminiscence, but then he raised his hand and gently shook it.
"Snap!"
That grip, devoid of any killing intent, caused the human cultivator's body to twist in mid-air, his bones emitting a crisp cracking sound.
Before he could even scream, he had already turned into a pool of blood mist.
The young man casually grabbed the pool of blood mist, Dark Matter surged, kneading the blood mist into a ball, which then reformed into a hazy black shadow.
The dark figure slowly transformed into a human form.
His face was still vaguely discernible; it was the human cultivator who had just died. But his eyes were completely empty, as if his soul had been ripped out, leaving only a shell driven by the Law of Darkness.
"Thirty thousand years..."
"Was the substance that my race was born in the Demon God Secret Realm so concentrated when I woke up?"
The young man stood up from the stone coffin, his bare feet stepping onto the black rock. With each step, Dark Matter gathered beneath his feet, forming a faint ripple.
The taste of home!
He opened his arms and greedily inhaled the surrounding air.
Countless Dark Matter surged toward him, and his aura rose steadily.
After a long while, the young man looked at the dark red pillar of light in the distance, a faint but dangerous smile appearing on his lips.
"Has someone opened the altar of the Chaos Demon God...?"
"He is but a puppet of my clan, an inescapable fate! He helped my clan refine the Three Thousand Provinces of the Desolate Ancient Land into a pawn of the dark world!"
"No one can disrupt the arrangements my people have made over countless years!"
With a casual wave of his hand, the human cultivator who had just been transformed into a black shadow turned into a streak of black light and disappeared into his robes, like an invisible guardian. Then, he vanished from the spot as if he had never been there.