Three Ruthless Figures, Undercurrents Surging

"Into the Mirage first."

Shen Yun moved first, taking Shen Qingruo's hand as they drifted toward the towering Immortal Palace.

The instant their figures landed, a seven-colored Rainbow Bridge unfurled before them, like a heavenly rainbow hanging down to connect the sky, splendid and resplendent, steadily guiding the two of them outside the immortal gate.

Ahead of them, over a hundred armored guards were patrolling with solemn bearing, each imposing and dignified, all at the Mahayana Cultivation Level. Their gazes were sharp as blades, sweeping back and forth through the crowd.

The leader was a brawny man already at the Late Mahayana realm. His figure was incomparably burly; standing there like that, he was like an unshakable Divine Pagoda, making people not dare show the slightest contempt.

At that moment, he was stopping a blue-robed young man with close-cropped hair, his voice like a great bell as he questioned him sternly.

"Third level of Tribulation Transcendence? Which force do you come from? Do you have an invitation token?"

"I-I come from the He Family of Northern Liang City. I have come especially to take part in this trial..."

The blue-robed young man's face had turned pale, and before that horrifying pressure, he looked timid and uneasy.

"What He Family? Never heard of it."

The guard leader waved his large hand, his tone indifferent. "Those without invitations may not enter. Hurry up and leave."

As soon as the words fell, all blood drained from the blue-robed young man's face. It was as if he had fallen gravely ill; his eyes were filled with unwillingness, but he could only slowly turn around.

Just then, an arrogant voice came from behind.

"Hmph, wasting this young master's time for nothing. Get lost!"

A jade-faced man strode over with his head held high, his gaze