Breaking Into the Immortal Gate

After An Yi vanished into thin air, everyone was stunned, momentarily at a loss for what to do.

"Bro Bai, the Boss is gone."

Kim Jung-ho had no choice but to grab Bai Xiu by the collar and shake him awake.

"What's going on?"

Groggily waking up, Bai Xiu rubbed his eyes and frowned in confusion. "Why am I here? I remember falling asleep on Asura Island..."

"The Boss is missing!"

Xiao Yike said with a grim expression.

Bai Xiu pondered, "No, what I'm really curious about is why I'm here—"

"Bro Bai, the Boss is gone! Can you hurry up and think of something?!"

Xiao Yike was practically on the verge of tears from anxiety.

Of course, he would never admit that it was his alternate personality who had dragged Bai Xiu here.

Finally, Bai Xiu stopped fixating on his sudden appearance.

Yawning, he gazed into the void, an unusual seriousness in his eyes as he pulled out a black pendant.

Then, his dull, lifeless eyes widened slightly in shock.

"What the hell?!"

"The barrier isn’t even supposed to open yet!"

"How the hell did An Yi get in?!"

The immortal sect's pocket realm typically only opened at fixed intervals—specifically, at midnight during the full moon.

That was when the barrier was at its weakest.

With a spiritual artifact capable of resisting spatial tearing, one could safely enter the pocket realm.

But An Yi seemed to have just... waltzed right in!

Did this guy not need a ticket or something?

Bai Xiu couldn’t make sense of it, so he gave up thinking.

He turned to the others and lazily asked, "You guys got anything to do?"

"Nope!"

They answered in unison.

They were just bored out of their minds, tagging along with An Yi to make themselves seen—hoping to leave a good impression on the Boss and secure priority access to the special serum.

Some had even gone so far as to secretly stockpile several gigabytes of "educational materials" to curry favor.

Kim Jung-ho, too, had tucked away the latest uncensored manga magazines—Fitness Trainer and Boarding Diary—ready to present as tribute.

But before they could hand over their gifts, the Boss had disappeared!

Bai Xiu scratched his head, eyeing the cracks forming in the void. With a slight frown, he said, "If there’s nothing else, just wait here. Set up camp and get some sleep."

With that, he lay down, closed his eyes, and instantly dozed off.

The Asura Faction members exchanged uncertain glances before looking to Kim Jung-ho.

"Why are you looking at me?! Just do what Bro Bai said!"

Kim Jung-ho barked, his expression awkward.

Don’t expect him to come up with a plan—he had no ideas!

Back then, when most of the Rakshasa faction had already figured out An Yi’s identity, he was the only one left in the dark, foolishly fighting for measly points with a stick in hand.

Soon, tents were pitched across the mountainside.

Under the blazing sun, over four hundred members of the Asura Faction lay inside their tents—a bizarrely majestic sight.

"I can’t sleep in broad daylight."

"Same here!"

"Don’t you guys think Jung-ho’s just a total dumbass?"

"Ah—!"

An Yi let out a blood-curdling scream as he forcibly tore through the barrier.

He had no protective gear whatsoever! But with his Indestructible Body, he was just built different.

Enduring the brutal sensation of spatial tearing, he suddenly found himself in a new world.

Under the scorching sun, An Yi hovered midair, his clothes in tatters, his body drenched in blood.

The violent spatial forces had shredded his body, reducing his clothes to rags.

Even his trusty old boxers were riddled with holes!

"What the hell is this place?!"

Shocked, An Yi quickly changed out of his ruined underwear midair before steadying himself with Flame Steps.

Looking around, he saw mist-shrouded forests stretching endlessly below.

Emerald mountains rolled into the distance.

The piercing cry of an eagle echoed through the sky as it soared. Below, monkeys swung from vines across mountain streams, deer drank from clear waters, and wolves lurked in the bushes, eyes gleaming green.

This place seemed like untouched paradise.

"So this is the immortal sect’s pocket realm?"

Once he regained his bearings, An Yi understood his situation.

Sure, the barrier was tough—

But his lock-picking skills were no joke either.

Back then, even the thousand-year-old resentment barrier created by Hong Tian had been effortlessly dismantled by his max-level lock-picking.

Breaking in here? Piece of cake.

An Yi took a deep breath. The air here was thick with spiritual energy—richer than even the Hong Tian Secret Realm.

His Indestructible Body’s recovery speed had more than doubled!

Back in the outside world, injuries like these would’ve taken his Indestructible Body half a day to heal, given Earth’s scarce spiritual energy.

No wonder...

An Yi descended slowly, deep in thought.

Below him stretched a pristine blue lake, smooth as a mirror.

A gentle breeze rippled the surface, sending delicate waves across the water.

An Yi inhaled the crisp air.

After being surrounded by steel and concrete for so long, stepping into this untouched wilderness was refreshing beyond words.

Then—a sudden surge of danger!

An Yi’s eyes snapped open.

The water erupted!

A massive black crocodile lunged from the depths, its jagged maw gaping wide as it aimed to swallow him whole.

"Fck!"

An Yi felt his soul nearly leap out of his body as the ring in his hand swiftly transformed into the Dragonfang Demon Sword.

Clang!

Sword in hand, An Yi parried the black crocodile’s fangs, beads of cold sweat forming on his forehead.

A fourth-tier magical beast!

And it had the nerve to ambush him!

No sooner had one black crocodile been repelled than another lunged at him.

It was as if a signal had been given—the once-calm surface of the lake erupted.

Dozens of black crocodiles frantically opened their massive jaws, their cruel amber eyes locked onto the pitifully small figure of An Yi. Their gaping maws stretched wide, eager to devour him whole.

"Damn it, there’s not even enough meat on me to fill your teeth! What the hell are you fighting over?!"

Gripping the Dragonfang Demon Sword, An Yi let out a furious roar.

"Third Form of the Dragon-Slaying Nine Swords—Storm of Blades!"

In an instant—

A tempest of sword slashes rained down upon the charging crocodiles!

Shrieks of pain filled the air.

The black crocodiles, thoroughly intimidated, retreated into the depths of the lake and vanished.

"Bastards! Had to pick a fight with me, huh?"

An Yi smirked, his feet igniting with flames as he soared through the air, escaping the lake’s reach.

"Flame Step," in theory, was a spirit technique.

But unlike the Indestructible Martial Body, which devoured spiritual energy from the world, this technique relied solely on his own reserves.

Even though it didn’t consume much, An Yi’s spiritual energy was pitifully low to begin with!

Spotting a dense forest ahead, An Yi let out a slight pant, a grin tugging at his lips.

"Finally… safe!"

Just then, a chilling presence crept up behind him.

An Yi’s back prickled with cold sweat—a massive serpent was silently flicking its forked tongue inches from his neck.

"Piss off!"

With a shout, An Yi spun and swung his sword, slicing the third-tier demonic serpent into several pieces.

"Tch!"

A silverback gorilla burst from the undergrowth, swinging a massive fist at An Yi.

"Qin Shan?"

"Oh, no—wait, not him!"

An Yi pivoted and delivered a punch straight to the gorilla’s face, sending it flying.

The moment his feet touched the ground, he realized—wolves.

Dozens of them, silently encircling him from the shadows of the bushes.

What shocked him even more was that every single wolf was a third-tier demonic beast!

Third-tier!

Equivalent to a human martial artist at the Transformation Realm—and an entire pack of them!

And the alpha leading them? A fourth-tier demonic beast.

"What kind of insane evolution do wild animals go through in this world?!"