However, just as Shen Xinghe thrust his palm halfway forward, his vision suddenly blurred!
Xiao Ruobai's figure seemed to break through the limits of space. With a speed that Shen Xinghe could not comprehend at all, he arrived first despite moving later, abruptly appearing right in front of him!
Shen Xinghe did not even see how Xiao Ruobai moved. He only felt an irresistible, tremendous force viciously slap against his left cheek!
Smack!!!
An incredibly crisp and resounding slap, so loud that it even echoed through the valley, violently exploded!
This slap not only instantly shattered the glazed palm print he had condensed, but the terrifying force also scattered his protective holy light, sending his head snapping violently to the right.
His entire body was like a kite with a broken string, spinning seven hundred and twenty degrees in midair before crashing into the ground several yards away with a heavy thud, looking utterly wretched!
Time seemed to stand still at this moment.
Shen Xinghe lay sprawled on the ground. Half of his face swelled up high at a visible rate, revealing a clear five-finger imprint. His lips were split, and he spat out blood mixed with a few broken teeth.
He was dizzy, his ears were ringing, and golden stars danced before his eyes. The whole world was spinning.
He was dumbfounded!
Completely and utterly dumbfounded!
Who am I? Where am I? What just happened?
I am Shen Xinghe, a deacon of the Liuli Holy Land!
I am a late-stage Celestial Realm expert! Did I... did I just get slapped in the face?
Impossible! Absolutely impossible!
An illusion! This must be an illusion!
The immense humiliation, unbelievable shock, and the burning agony on his face were like a bucket of ice water poured over his head, instantly knocking him from the clouds of the Holy Land down to the mortal dust, shattering him to pieces!
He struggled to lift his head and looked at the youth who was still standing there calmly. His eyes were filled with extreme terror, as if he were looking at a demon god crawling out of hell!
The Holy Land status he relied on, and the Celestial Realm cultivation base he had painstakingly cultivated for years, were actually as fragile as paper in the face of the other party's casual slap!
Fatty Wang was dumbfounded watching from the side, but then he erupted into earth-shattering, maniacal laughter.
Hahaha! Holy crap! Big bro is awesome! That slap was perfectly round! Loud! Thrilling! You old geezer, still talking about granting grace? Still calling yourself this seat? Does it feel good? I am asking you, does it feel good now?!
Laughing, he dashed forward. Taking advantage of Shen Xinghe still being in a state of bewilderment and doubting his life, he crouched down and swung both hands.
Smack, smack! Two more heavy slaps landed as he cursed, I gave you face, didn't I? Still putting on airs! Still acting tough! Are you awake yet?!
The Holy Land status and Celestial Realm cultivation he relied on were actually nothing in the other party's eyes!
Especially Xiao Ruobai's slap, it was so fast that he could not react at all, and the power contained within it made him tremble in fear.
Xiao Ruobai's gaze was calm and rippleless. He looked at him, his tone devoid of any emotion, I will give you one last chance. Speak, how did you find us?
Shen Xinghe gritted his teeth, blood leaking from the corner of his mouth. Although there was fear in his eyes, the pride of the Holy Land made him refuse to yield easily.
You have caused a huge disaster! By offending my Liuli Holy Land, there will be nowhere in heaven or earth...
You won't speak?
Xiao Ruobai interrupted him, his eyes suddenly turning cold as a chilling killing intent radiated from his body. Then go die.
Before his voice faded, the phantom of the Dragon Soul Halberd flashed behind him, and the icy halberd blade pointed straight at Shen Xinghe's glabella. The aura of death instantly enveloped him.
Wait!
Shen Xinghe's soul almost left his body in terror. That killing intent, solid as substance, completely crushed his psychological defenses.
He had no doubt that he would be completely obliterated in body and soul the next second! I will speak! It is because of a resonance!
A resonance? Fatty Wang leaned in, his small eyes narrowing. What resonance? Explain clearly!
Under the threat of death, Shen Xinghe dared not hide anything anymore and said tremblingly, It is the Seven Stars Secret Token! You have the aura of the Seven Stars Secret Token on you!
I have a secondary token issued by the sect. Within a certain distance, it can sense the existence of the primary token. I followed the resonance to find you...
Seven Stars Secret Token?
Xiao Ruobai pressed on, What is that?
It is one of the keys to open the Undying Secret Realm. Legend has it that there is an elixir of immortality inside...
Each secret token can bring five people inside. The one carried by Quasi-Saint Son Xue Wuhen is a heavy treasure of the Holy Land...
Shen Xinghe spilled everything like beans pouring out of a bamboo tube.
Fatty Wang immediately rummaged through his storage ring and indeed pulled out a token made of neither gold nor jade, engraved with profound star patterns.
Hey! It really is this thing!
Fatty Wang weighed the token made of neither gold nor jade, engraved with profound star patterns, in his hand. His small eyes darted around, flashing with shrewdness and curiosity.
He examined it over and over, Seven Stars Secret Token, Elixir of Immortality, it sounds incredibly awesome! Lord Fatty actually snagged a massive treasure in passing!
He leaned close to Shen Xinghe, who was slumped on the ground, and poked his swollen cheek with the token, chuckling, Keep talking! Where is this Undying Secret Realm?
How does it open? And what exactly is this elixir of immortality? Be detailed. If you dare to hide even half a word...
He waved the token in his hand, making a posture as if he were going to smash it down, full of threat.
Shen Xinghe shuddered at the cold touch of the token and Fatty Wang's threat. At this moment, all his Holy Land dignity and deacon's pride were thrown to the back of his mind. Saving his life was the priority!
He hurriedly continued to spill everything, The Undying Secret Realm is rumored to be in the extreme east of the Eastern Region, but that is only a general direction. No one knows the exact entrance. Only by relying on the resonance of the Seven Stars Secret Token can one find the true entrance when the secret realm emerges...
The elixir of immortality...
A complex look of mingled desire and fear flashed across Shen Xinghe's eyes. It is said that someone once saw traces of the elixir of immortality in this secret realm, but failed to catch it...
Fatty Wang's eyes grew brighter and brighter as he listened, and his breathing became a bit heavier. Elixir of immortality, oh my goodness!
He abruptly turned to look at Xiao Ruobai and Fang Hanyu, rubbing his hands excitedly. Big bro! Second bro! Did you hear that? Good stuff! This job was worth it! Shouldn't we go join the fun too?
Xiao Ruobai ignored Fatty Wang's excitement, his gaze still calmly fixed on Shen Xinghe. How many secret tokens does the Liuli Holy Land have now?
Shen Xinghe dared not hide anything, As far as I know, the Holy Land should have two. One is personally managed by the Holy Lord, and the other was originally carried by Quasi-Saint Son Xue Wuhen, which is now in your hands...
What about the other five? Fang Hanyu asked coldly, the blade of his Taichu Sword humming slightly.
The other five are scattered outside. It is said that they might be in the hands of some ancient families or holy lands, or possibly held by other top-tier sects...
They might even be collected by some reclusive old monsters. Their whereabouts are hard to trace, and the Holy Land has been investigating them in secret... Shen Xinghe said with difficulty.
Xiao Ruobai pondered for a moment and continued to ask, When is the timing for the next opening of the secret realm?
According to ancient star maps, the timing for the next Seven Stars Alignment to trigger the manifestation of the secret realm's entrance has no specific pattern. It could be as short as three to five months, or as long as ten years...
Shen Xinghe tried his best to recall the confidential information within the Sacred Land.
to panic—he has a system. As long as an investment target dies, he can claim a reward. And since he is immortal, the one thing he has plenty of is time. ... Countless years later. “Immortal Emperor of Longevity? I invested in him.” “Supreme Celestial Venerable? I invested in him.” “Undying Empress? I invested in her.” “...” “Heh. Once they’ve all died, even the Heavenly Dao will have to kneel and call me Dad.”
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end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
