Early morning, the sun rises.
As the first rays of dawn streamed in through the gap in the curtains, Ye Xuan abruptly opened his eyes.
After washing up, he quickly went to Han Bingning's room and looked at her Han Bingning.
At this moment, Han Bingning was sitting cross-legged in front of the bed.
She wore a snow-white long dress, looking like an ice queen.
The dappled morning light fell upon her exquisitely beautiful, flawless, and icy-jade-like face, making her look like a fairy from a painting, breathtakingly beautiful, otherworldly.
Han Bingning opened her beautiful eyes, looked calmly at Ye Xuan, and asked indifferently, "What is it?"
Ye Xuan looked at Han Bingning expectantly. "Master, the Xuanyuan Mystic Realm is about to open. Don't you have anything to say to me, or anything to give me?"
Despite his immense confidence in his abilities, believing he could easily sweep through the entire Xuanyuan Mystic Realm instance.
But wouldn't it be even more perfect if one could possess some life-saving trump cards, such as offensive talismans?
Upon hearing this, Han Bingning's cold, pretty face immediately darkened. "If you lack confidence, you don't have to go in. Relying on external aids is not a good thing for you."
She was incredibly intelligent; how could she not understand Ye Xuan's meaning?
Ye Xuan was somewhat disappointed and couldn't help but ask, "Then you have nothing to say to me?"
"No." Han Bingning her head, her cold, jade-like face devoid of emotion.
"Alright, then I'm leaving." Ye Xuan was quite disappointed; his master was being far too cold.
Little did he know that Han Bingning didn't really want him to enter the Xuanyuan Mystic Realm. Although there was an opportunity, it was also too dangerous.
She would rather Ye Xuan be a canary, a canary she shelters under her wings, than have Ye Xuan take risks.
That way, she wouldn't have so many worries.
However, she also knew Ye Xuan's personality; this was simply impossible.
"Sigh, never mind." Han Bingning watched Ye Xuan's departing figure and couldn't help but sigh.
She then suddenly waved her hand, and two talismans appeared in her palm before flying into Ye Xuan.
Ye Xuan looked at the two talismans and immediately recognized them as offensive talismans, even more powerful than the last one.
He was overjoyed and rushed back to hug Han Bingning: "I knew it, you still care about me."
Han Bingning blushed slightly, but she didn't push Ye Xuan away. Instead, she said softly, "Be careful."
"Wait for me to come back!" Ye Xuan nodded seriously, then quickly released Han Bingning and resolutely left the room.
He knew that the opening of the Xuan Xuanyuan Mystic Realm would be fraught with danger.
He, in particular, was so famous that he had too many enemies.
The Free Carefree Holy Land was already troublesome enough, but now there are also external forces involved.
He believed that in that Xuanyuan Mystic Realm, once the two sides clashed, a life-or-death battle would inevitably erupt.
Faced with an opportunity, no one would be willing to give in, not even a legendary holy son like him, and he could never intimidate everyone.
Of course, there are dangers, but in the end, Ye Xuan will surely be the winner.
"Big brother, big brother, why are you so late? We're going to be late!"
Just as Ye Xuan reached the training ground, an urgent voice rang out, and then Chu Rufeng's chubby body rolled in like a ball.
Ye Xuan was speechless.
be late?
The Xuanyuan Mystic Realm has opened, and there's no such thing as being late?
On the training ground, Qiu Yue, Luo Yuan, and more than five hundred other disciples were already waiting there, ready to set off at any time.
"Greetings, Holy Son Ye."
"Greetings, Senior Brother Ye."
When they saw Ye Xuan approaching, they all bowed respectfully, their eyes filled with undisguised fervor and admiration.
Ye Xuan nodded slightly, then waved his hand and said, "Let's go!"
As the sound faded, the group set off in a grand procession, heading straight for the Mystic Origin Mountain Range.
They had just left when Han Bingning also came out of the room.
She watched the departing group of figures and sighed softly, "Please, please don't let anything happen to you. I really don't know how many more people from our Ancient Desolate Holy Land will perish this time the Xuanyuan Mystic Realm opens."
She was genuinely scared and worried.
Because every time the Xuanyuan Mystic Realm opened in the past, the Ancient Desolate Holy Land suffered huge losses. On one occasion, it was even said that 80% of its disciples perished.
At that time, she was not yet born, nor had she taken charge of the Ancient Desolate Holy Land, so she did not witness it firsthand.
Han Bingning's beautiful eyes were filled with worry, and she murmured softly as her red lips parted slightly. The next moment, her figure flashed and she disappeared from the spot.
Outside the Mystic Origin Mountain Range.
By this time, a considerable number of cultivators had gathered; at a glance, the crowd was immense, numbering at least tens of thousands.
Powerful auras occasionally swept in from mid-air, causing a chorus of exclamations and cries.
Those who dare to occupy good positions are either top-tier forces in the Eastern Wasteland or external forces.
At one moment, a group of figures suddenly appeared and occupied a good position as well.
Everyone turned to look and saw the peerless white-clad figure before them.
"It's Senior Brother Ye! Senior Brother Ye is here!"
" Holy Son Ye has arrived!"
"Greetings, Senior Brother Ye!"
Upon seeing the white-clad figure, countless people couldn't help but let out a deafening scream, a sound even more terrifying than the arrival of some top-tier giants.
Waves of sound spread outwards, even faintly dispersing the clouds in the sky.
This scene astonished not only many important figures, but even Ye Xuan was somewhat dumbfounded.
"When did I, the Holy Son, gain such prestige? Ah, what damned charm!"
He couldn't help but sigh, but on the surface, he put on a humble and polite expression, responding to those below with a smile.
This immediately aroused even greater excitement and fervor among the countless cultivators from the Eastern Wasteland below.
The female disciples, in particular, were practically going crazy with excitement.
Upon hearing this, Chu Rufeng's lips twitched involuntarily, and he then touched his face.
Sigh, being too ugly is a sin.
Qiu Yue couldn't help but cover her forehead with her slender hand, wishing she could pretend she didn't know him.
Among the crowd, those from the Carefree Holy Land, the Lin Clan, and other external forces couldn't help but sneer at the sight.
Especially those external forces.
Hmph, what a bunch of barbarians!
Don't they know that the higher they're praised, the harder they'll fall?
They wanted to see what kind of expressions these Eastern Wasteland cultivators would have when Ye Xuan was trampled underfoot, fell from his pedestal, or even died in the Xuanyuan Mystic Realm.
Ye Xuan paid no attention to those people; his gaze was already fixed on the Mystic Origin Mountain Range ahead.
On the Mystic Origin Mountain Range, rays of light began to emerge.
The rosy glow enveloped the entire Xuan Mystic Origin Mountain Range Mystic Origin Mountain Range, giving it an air of sacredness.
The glow was initially faint, but it quickly grew intense.
Within the blazing glow of the sunset, everyone soon came into view a vaguely visible, enormous divine palace.
The shrine is illusory, appearing and disappearing, yet it feels incredibly real and sacred.
At this moment, everyone had the feeling that as long as they stepped into that divine palace, they could truly become gods!
Around that enormous palace, near and far, there were points of light, some bright and some dim.
Points of light radiated around the temple, densely distributed in all directions, varying in distance and size, as if guarding the temple.
Clearly, those points of light were all opportunities, countless opportunities, but that divine palace was the ultimate core.