Chapter 147: Guangchengzi's Sanctuary, the Spirit of the Secret Realm, Ambush

In recent times, the three prodigies of the great extraterrestrial clans made successive appearances. Although they did not directly confront humanity, their actions served to intimidate other beings. As a result, nearly everyone was acutely aware of the immense power these three possessed.

Within their clans, they were referred to as “Sequences,” a term synonymous with unparalleled strength and innate talent. It became clear to all that these were the true powerhouses, far surpassing the likes of the previously descended Underworld Ox Clan in both foundation and other aspects—a force not to be underestimated.

“The three Sequence prodigies, each one is extraordinarily powerful,” someone murmured.

“Our Earth has only just begun to awaken; compared to the extraterrestrial great clans scattered across the deep cosmos, we fall far behind,” another commented gravely.

“Right now, a delicate balance is maintained. But if conflict erupts, where will that leave us?” voices whispered anxiously among the humans, their expressions solemn and hearts heavy with worry.

They all understood profoundly that when compared to this world, the extraterrestrial beings were overwhelmingly strong. Especially those who had recently arrived—these might only be minor players.

Everyone knew that beyond Earth, even within the Solar System itself, there existed entities that had evolved to the sixth or even seventh stage of cultivation. Setting aside the three Sequences before them, the beings behind them were each essentially at the Golden Body or even Sovereign King realm.

Such was the power and heritage of the extraterrestrial beings. Who present could hope to resist?

Therefore, all understood that the reason this balance could hold was that not long ago, King Lu had single-handedly slain dozens of extraterrestrial beings, striking fear into many and stabilizing an otherwise chaotic situation. Coupled with the fact that stronger existences could not yet descend, this precarious calm persisted.

But could it last forever? No one knew, and uncertainty clouded the path ahead.

“Are they all here? Good.” At that moment, Lei Xuan glanced toward the Sequence of the Primeval Demon Clan and the Sequence of the Three-Headed Ghost Clan standing beside him.

These two ranked eighth and sixth within their clans, respectively, both at the Sovereign King realm, but they defied conventional logic. In battle, whether in means, divine abilities, or other aspects, they were nearly unparalleled.

To be called a Sequence, one must have experience crossing realms at least before reaching the fifth stage of evolution.

It was this confidence in their powerful trump cards that gave them assurance in hunting down Lu Yuan.

“Lu Yuan, the human, has not yet appeared. Shall we wait?” the Sequence of the Primeval Demon Clan inquired, the mist around him thinning to reveal terrifying black markings.

“The Space of Kongtong Mountain—the dojo of the immortal Guang Chengzi—is about to open. The inheritance there is crucial,” the Three-Headed Ghost Clan’s Sequence remarked. He believed they could kill Lu Yuan any time, but missing this chance might mean waiting indefinitely for the next.

“Indeed.” Lei Xuan nodded in agreement. “He has to enter the dojo anyway. There will be many opportunities.”

Orders had come down to eliminate Lu Yuan, but they also harbored personal ambitions. Even a partial inheritance from Guang Chengzi would be immensely valuable.

Thus, the unanimous decision among the three Sequences was to wait until inside the dojo—or after Lu Yuan emerged—before making their move.

No more words were spoken. Instead, they lifted their gazes toward Kongtong Mountain.

The dojo of the immortal Guang Chengzi—considered a semi-mentor to the legendary Yellow Emperor of Xuanyuan—though long gone in time, whatever remained there was a great fortune. Obtaining even a fragment would be monumental.

Now, this was the foremost concern of the three.

And so, as time ticked by, rumbling sounds echoed.

Several hours later, a fierce roar resounded as Kongtong Mountain trembled.

The sky blazed with radiance more dazzling than before, piercing through the clouds, illuminating heaven and earth. Amidst the glow, the immense spatial fold became increasingly distinct, exuding an ancient and weathered aura.

A buzzing vibration stirred in the void above, a unique energy wave oscillating.

Everyone felt an overwhelming pressure sweep over them.

At last, as the light dimmed completely, they beheld an independent spatial realm materialized atop Kongtong Mountain, reminiscent of the one once seen at the Lishan Imperial Tomb.

“It’s opened!” The Three-Headed Ghost Clan’s Sequence’s eyes gleamed with excitement. The other two heads beside him were equally thrilled, knowing that the opening of the dojo signified the inheritance was now accessible.

Lei Xuan and the Primeval Demon Clan’s Sequence exchanged glances. After issuing brief instructions to their clansmen, the three did not hesitate and leapt toward Guang Chengzi’s dojo on Kongtong Mountain.

Folded space, mythical secret realms—these were Earth’s greatest attractions.

Below, the extraterrestrial beings also surged forward after seeing the three Sequences enter.

Some humans, after hesitation, began climbing as well.

Almost none present had reached the Golden Body realm or had the ability to fly, so the most rudimentary approach was their only option.

For a time, most gathered toward the dojo, knowing well the inheritance awaited within.

Yet some chose to stay behind, recognizing their inability to compete and preferring to preserve their lives.

After all, survival was paramount.

Shortly after the three Sequences and several extraterrestrial beings entered the dojo, a military aircraft appeared. Its hatch opened, and several figures leapt down.

A tremor shook the land.

Lu Yuan and his group arrived at Kongtong Mountain just as Guang Chengzi’s dojo opened.

“It’s King Lu; they’ve come,” someone exclaimed in surprise, stepping forward.

Currently, Lu Yuan’s reputation within China was immensely high, not only due to his strength but also his past deeds—defending Deep City and Chang’an, and compelling the three immortal islands into submission—earning widespread respect.

Lu Yuan acknowledged each greeting with a nod, responding politely. He was neither arrogant nor dismissive due to his power.

The crowd’s enthusiasm left no cause for distance.

Of course, they all knew Lu Yuan intended to enter Kongtong Mountain’s dojo and would not waste time.

After exchanging pleasantries, they informed him about the arrival of the three great prodigies and cautioned him to be careful, as they were foreigners.

Officials stationed nearby corroborated this information.

“King Lu, what shall we do next?” Ice Fairy and Zhu Qingyu stepped forward to ask.

Each of the three Sequence prodigies was no ordinary figure; they were genuine powerhouses, completely different from those before.

“No worries, just don’t provoke them,” Lu Yuan said, waving off their concerns.

He had a feeling the great clans were likely targeting him, but so what?

Was he not also aiming at them?

If they truly lacked caution, Lu Yuan would not hesitate to unleash slaughter once more.

“Then, let’s ascend,” the Pure Yang Minor Celestial Master said.

For him, as a disciple of the Dao, the legendary dojo of the immortal Guang Chengzi held a unique significance. He did not need any inheritance; merely entering to explore was enough.

Others were eager as well, gazing at the folded space atop Kongtong Mountain.

Of course, it could also be called a mythical secret realm.

“Let’s go.” Lu Yuan nodded, his curiosity piqued as this was his first time here.

Without further words, everyone ascended to the summit, preparing to enter the dojo.

During this, Lu Yuan gave some instructions.

In such a complete folded space, long abandoned and untouched, the power of heaven and earth would be extraordinarily dense.

Upon reaching a certain threshold, this force would give rise to mindless spirits of varying strength—known as the spirits of the secret realm.

Slaying them would yield a pure, concentrated energy that could be absorbed, with effects comparable to some spiritual fruits or rare herbs.

Their task was to kill as many as possible before discovering the true inheritance, absorbing the energy to aid their evolution while training.

This knowledge Lu Yuan had acquired in his previous life, and Jiang Ningxian had also offered some explanation.

Zhu Qingyu and the others nodded in understanding, knowing what to do once inside.

As for the genuine inheritance, those fated would obtain it; others would not.

Soon, they reached the summit.

Before them was an independent folded space, ancient and vast in aura, continuously emanating from within.

Though indistinct from outside, under Lu Yuan’s lead, all entered.

Passing through this space felt like stepping into another world.

Kongtong Mountain vanished behind them, replaced by a bleak expanse.

The sky was gray, the earth blood-red with swirling red sands.

It resembled not a celestial dojo but a battlefield.

In the distant horizon stood a massive edifice, faintly visible amidst the heavens and earth.

A few meters away, white energies moved aimlessly like humans—these were the secret realm spirits formed from the power of heaven and earth.

They were not life in the true sense, merely pure energy with limited self-preservation awareness.

Slaying them allowed absorption without harm.

“From now on, you act independently for three days. Do whatever you need, but gather at the entrance after three days,” Lu Yuan instructed.

“If you encounter danger, leave the secret realm immediately. Don’t be reckless.”

Since this was primarily a trial, they must face challenges on their own.

It would defeat the purpose if everyone remained under his protection.

After all, the Celestial Court would not wish to have only one person in the future.

“Yes, King Lu!” Zhu Qingyu and the others responded, excitement flashing in their eyes.

Their main goal was to train, and they now knew how to proceed.

Without further delay, they delved deeper into the secret realm.

Though it was a trial, ensuring their survival was paramount; staying together allowed mutual support and growth.

In truth, they need only be wary of the extraterrestrial beings.

But after the previous deterrence, as long as they did not provoke, all would be well.

Soon, only Lu Yuan remained at the entrance.

He gazed calmly at the vast, desolate world before him, then fixed his eyes on the colossal palace far off.

Yet he did not move immediately.

Instead, he surveyed the surroundings and quietly said, “No need for surveillance or ambush. Now, I give you two choices: leave, or I strike now!”

(End of chapter)