The Sect Where His Ex-Wife Resided!

Somewhere in the Hongmeng Holy Realm.

Space seemed to be torn apart by an invisible hand, and a black rift appeared out of nowhere, its edges gleaming with a cold light.

Two figures emerged from the crack one after the other. The moment their feet touched solid ground, the rift behind them silently closed, as if it had never existed.

"Is this the Hongmeng Holy Realm?" Lu Qing'an took a deep breath and scanned his surroundings.

As far as the eye can see, there is a vast expanse of mountains and forests.

The ancient trees reach for the sky, their branches and leaves so lush they are almost arrogant, each leaf so green it looks as if it has been soaked in paint.

In the distance, mountains rise and fall, shrouded in mist, and occasionally an unidentified bird flies by from the clouds, the sound of its wings faintly carrying the implication of wind and thunder.

At first glance, this place seems no different in essence from any other continent in the Nine Directions and Ten Domains.

The trees were as tall as the ground, the air as fresh as the air, and even the soil beneath my feet carried a familiar, moist scent.

But Lu Qing'an did not rush to conclusions.

He slowly closed his eyes, his Divine Sense spreading outward like a tide, meticulously perceiving the rules and patterns at the deepest level of this world.

A few breaths later, he opened his eyes, a hint of barely concealed surprise flashing deep in his pupils.

no the same.

Completely different.

The Power of the Dao Source in this world is far more concentrated than that in the Nine Directions and Ten Domains.

If the Power of the Dao Source in the Nine Directions and Ten Domains is a thin mist, then this place is like the morning dew that cannot be dissolved; with every breath, one can feel that pure power seeping into every limb and bone.

What concerned Lu Qing'an even more was that these Power of the Dao Source were not scattered and disorderly among heaven and earth.

They faintly bear traces of some nascent rules, like uncarved jade, naturally containing a certain order.

He knew all too well what this meant.

Cultivating in such an environment, comprehending and condensing the rules, is far less difficult than in the Nine Directions and Ten Domains.

It's like painting on a piece of paper that already has a draft; it's much easier than putting pen to paper in the air.

"That's right! This is the Hongmeng Holy Realm!" Li Wensong stood beside him, arms outstretched as if embracing this world, a look of blissful intoxication on his face like a wanderer returning home. "The long-lost aura, how many years has it been, it's finally back."

He took a deep breath, as if he wanted to swallow every wisp of Power of the Dao Source in the air, and his whole body seemed more energetic.

Lu Qing'an withdrew his senses and turned to look at Li Wensong: "What area are we in now?"

Li Wensong's smug expression froze. He scratched his head awkwardly and chuckled dryly, "Well... it's hard to say for now. We'll have to find the nearest major city and ask around to find out where the passage leads."

As he spoke, he seemed to suddenly remember something important, his expression turned serious, and he turned to look at Lu Qing'an: "By the way, Brother Lu, there's something I need to make clear to you first. You know that the flow of time in the Hongmeng Holy Realm is a thousand times faster than that in the Nine Directions and Ten Domains, right?"

Lu Qing'an raised an eyebrow and shook his head. "I really don't know."

A thousand times?

He quickly made a decision in his mind.

If a thousand years pass here, but only one year passes in the Nine Directions and Ten Domains, then the difference in the flow of time is simply too exaggerated.

Seeing him shake his head, Li Wensong's expression became somewhat complicated. He gave a wry smile and said, "For other worlds, the Hongmeng Holy Realm is itself a massive treasure for time cultivation. A thousand years of cultivation inside is equivalent to a year in the outside world. This is one of the reasons why countless people from small worlds are willing to risk everything, even their lives, to ascend to the Hongmeng Holy Realm."

He paused, a hint of emotion in his voice. "Time is always the scarcest resource. And the Hongmeng Holy Realm has given everyone the most abundant time."

Lu Qing'an was silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled.

"Okay, that's good."

His smile was relaxed, even carrying a hint of genuine joy.

"Originally, I was planning to quickly explore this world, take a quick look, and then go back. Now it seems I have plenty of time."

He had enough time and energy to not just skim the surface, but to truly settle down and take a good look at the world.

Let's take a look at this Primordial Hongmeng Holy Realm, which stands above all the heavens and myriad realms and attracts countless powerful beings. What kind of world is it?

Seeing that he showed no anxiety but instead appeared quite enthusiastic, Li Wensong couldn't help but smile. He said no more, closed his eyes, and his aura suddenly became profound.

An invisible force emanated from him, like countless invisible threads extending outwards from him in all directions.

These threads weave and wander through the void, carrying a kind of indescribable causal rhythm.

A few breaths later, one of the red lines suddenly lit up and stretched straight out in a certain direction, leaving a trace in the void that only Li Wensong could see.

He opened his eyes, a smile playing on his lips, and pointed. "Brother Lu, the nearest city is over there!"

Lu Qing'an glanced in the direction he was pointing and nodded. "Let's go."

As soon as the words were spoken, the two figures transformed into streaks of light and traversed the domain in the direction indicated by the red line.

The Hongmeng Holy Realm, the far north.

This place is shrouded in a cold, dark atmosphere year-round, with thick, leaden-gray clouds forever swirling in the sky, making it almost impossible for sunlight to penetrate.

The earth was a deep black, as if it had been soaked in blood and dried by the wind for thousands of years, and even the vegetation growing here had an eerie dark purple color.

On this suffocating land stands a massive sect.

Nether Emperor Holy Sect!

Looking at the entire Hongmeng Holy Realm, the Nether Emperor Holy Sect is a top-tier power.

The sect occupies a vast area, with palaces and pavilions stretching endlessly. Each building is magnificent and imposing, with black and gold as the main colors, exuding solemnity and grandeur everywhere.

Above the sect, dense nether energy and Power of the Dao Source intertwined and swirled, forming a huge vortex visible to the naked eye, slowly rotating, like a cold eye looking down on the earth.

Inside the Sect Master's Hall.

The main hall was spacious and quiet, with the floor paved with jet-black crystals that created subtle ripples with every step.

The walls on both sides are covered with dense ancient runes, emitting a faint, dark golden light.

At the far end of the hall, a throne carved from crystal sat high above, upon which sat a woman.

She is beautiful.

But that kind of beauty wasn't gentle or bright; it was a cold, aloof beauty that made people afraid to look directly at it.

Her features were so exquisite that she seemed to be the most perfect creation in the world. Her skin was as white as snow, and her long, jet-black hair was casually draped over her shoulders. Her eyes were as deep as two bottomless abysses, as if they could devour one's soul.

Luo Qiushan, Sect Master of the Nether Emperor Holy Sect!

At this moment, she was resting her chin on one hand, looking down at the woman kneeling in the center of the hall, a faint smile playing on her lips.

"My disciple, you have been a member of my Nether Emperor Holy Sect for over three hundred years."

Luo Qiushan's voice wasn't loud, but it resonated clearly in the spacious hall, carrying a unique magnetism.

Kneeling before her was a stunningly beautiful woman, none other than Xu Qingying!