Centuries of Toil Must Never Be Destroyed in a Single Day

"Um."

Qin Han nodded and said:

"To leave a lasting impression, you need to offer help when it's most needed, and besides..."

He didn't say what happened next, but his mind was replaying the process of his previous relationship with Liu Qingyan.

He rescued her from danger, and although he secretly used some methods afterward, Liu Qingyan was not angry because of it. On the contrary, she became devoted to him.

Following the same method is certainly possible.

Finding the right opportunity is no easy task.

But if you have the means to create the conditions yourself, then it's a different story.

"It is indeed feasible, but it needs careful consideration and planning."

Hua Yunfan said, "Although Qin Han has encountered a lot of trouble, most of it was brought about by himself, whether intentionally or unintentionally. As for luck, he is indeed incredibly good."

This clarion call, at this moment, has a somewhat opportune feel to it, like a pillow being delivered when you're about to fall asleep.

She even suspected that Qin Han might be receiving Heavenly Dao assistance from the heavens.

Otherwise, how could it be such a coincidence?

However, it would be no easy task to replicate Liu Qingyan's experience with Jiang Xin.

After all, the difference in strength between Jiang Xin and Qin Han is probably many times greater than the difference between Qin Han and Liu Qingyan.

Without Qin Han, Liu Qingyan would likely be unable to move an inch, and her murder proves this point.

But Jiang Xin might have a smoother path without Qin Han, and based on her own experience with Qin Han, that's certainly the case.

However, these things are harmless.

As long as Qin Han can create an opportunity.

She will handle the rest herself.

Women understand women best; how could she not be able to handle Jiang Xin, a junior?

After discussing this idea, Qin Han started searching around again.

Since it's a relic of a great battle, surely this isn't all the spoils we can get?

Time passed little by little.

After Qin Han's diligent and meticulous efforts...

When he found a spot, Qin Han paused and said:

"Elder Hua, look, there's a map."

As they were talking, Qin Han picked it up.

It was indeed just one piece, about the size of a palm, and probably because it had been buried for so long, half of it was no longer recognizable.

However, from another part, it can be vaguely seen that there is a marked point with the word "Bei" written next to it.

"Elder Hua, do you know where this is, and what this equipment is for?"

Faced with Qin Han's question, Hua Yunfan remained silent for a moment.

Do you really think you know everything?

"There's too little information, and our understanding of the secret realm is limited. It will take a lot of effort to find out more. This map fragment is still too small."

Qin Han nodded:

"Then I'll keep looking and see if I can find any other fragments."

"Since this map can appear on a battlefield between powerful individuals, it must be valuable. Perhaps we can find even greater opportunities through it."

As they spoke, Qin Han got busy again.

The Land of the Four Directions, the Southern Region.

Beyond the secret realm.

Now, a considerable amount of time has passed since the secret realm opened.

Although the opening period was a full month, the various parties did not leave. Instead, they successively set up camp near the entrance of the secret realm, establishing various buildings and layers of formations.

Although those who do not wish to persevere in this secret realm assessment may leave midway.

However, judging from the current situation, this group of younger generations from all sides are quite assertive.

So much time has passed, yet not one has chosen to give up, and not a single person has emerged from the secret realm.

The situation within the secret realm cannot be explored using mental power.

Of course, this is indeed the case for the vast majority of forces and people.

Since it represents the majority, there are bound to be exceptions.

Buddhist Order is one of them.

However, at this moment, a small change unexpectedly occurred.

Beside the secret realm, in the most central location of a building imbued with Buddhist Order atmosphere, arrays were nested within arrays, with Buddhist teachings layered upon each other, doing everything possible to prevent external detection and perception.

One of them sat an extremely thin monk, wearing a kasaya, sitting cross-legged, surrounded by various treasures and elixirs.

If it weren't for the sudden jolt of its body at that moment, judging from its previous appearance alone, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that this figure had been dead for quite some time.

However, despite the movement, the shock, along with the resulting fluctuations in energy, nearly destroyed this seemingly fragile body.

The monk suddenly opened his eyes, but his eyes were completely gray-black, with no white showing at all. Accompanying this was the look of horror and panic on his face.

And the blood slowly flowing from the corner of its mouth was a thin, pale red, but more like gray, which was extremely eerie.

Damn it.

The monk let out a hoarse curse, seemingly to calm his panic.

Then, his gaze fell upon the location of the entrance to the secret realm.

"The orthodox Buddhist Order, I never imagined this day would come so soon."

"No, in my current state, I am absolutely incapable of dealing with them. I cannot waste any more time here. If they can emerge from the secret realm..."

Recalling the figure of the enlightened monk, the striking of the wooden fish, the overwhelming Buddhist power, and his words, "Every cause has its effect, and your retribution is me," even though he was no longer in the secret realm, he still couldn't help but feel a sense of suffocation.

The other party probably won't let me go!

If possible, they will surely emerge from the secret realm and seek me out.

At this moment, the monk's aura suddenly changed, becoming resolute and firm:

"A thousand years of painstaking effort must not be destroyed in an instant!"

Some measures that have already been prepared should be implemented.

Even though it will come at a great cost, as long as the one who bears the cost is not oneself, it can be disregarded.

At that moment, the monk slowly closed his eyes, and the blood at the corner of his mouth spurted out and disappeared.

A moment later, the abbot of the Buddhist Order strode in, and before he could speak, the monk's voice rang out:

"The Buddhist Order is in grave danger; come back with me immediately."

Within a secret realm.

Following the events at Zither Sound Valley, another piece of news began to circulate among the people.

The Nine-Story Tower symbol that appears on everyone's arm actually has a corresponding prototype.

There is indeed a Nine-Story Tower within the secret realm, containing abundant cultivation resources and astonishing lineages.

Legend has it that the appearance of the Nine-Story Tower may even reveal the legacy of Saint King within.

The Saint King is incredibly powerful; those who receive his legacy will undoubtedly receive immense assistance on their future cultivation path.

However, for the Nine-Story Tower to appear, it requires the joint efforts of everyone in the secret realm.

The requirements were simple, but they sounded somewhat unexpected.

This is because the requirement is to have enough people light up as many tower floors as possible.

The Nine-Story Tower will only appear in the secret realm when qualified individuals reach a certain level.

This news, coupled with the unconventional demands, immediately became a hot topic of discussion within the secret realm.

"Di Yuanfang, what do you think of this latest news about the Nine-Story Tower?"