Hou Wuluo sighed softly in his heart, but a gentle smile immediately appeared on his face. He bowed slightly to Gu Changyuan, his tone carrying a hint of apology:
My apologies, Senior. This is my little daughter, Hou Tianqi. She has been spoiled at home.
She is naive and does not know the rules. Please forgive her for disturbing you, Senior.
Gu Changyuan waved his hand, his tone flat, without the slightest displeasure:
It is fine. It is normal for children to be a bit more curious.
But do not spoil her too much. There must be limits. In the future, when walking in the cultivation world, rules are essential to avoid unnecessary trouble.
You are right, Senior.
Hou Wuluo nodded repeatedly, his expression solemn.
He paused, gathered his thoughts, and continued:
I came this time to thank the disciples of your Heavenly Demon Sect for their help to my Zichen Dynasty.
To the outside world, Gu Changyuan's two most famous factions were the Heavenly Fey Pavilion and the Heavenly Human Holy Land.
When most cultivators in the Human and Fey Realms thought of Gu Changyuan, the first things that came to mind were these two behemoths.
But for some dynasties in the Southern Continent, the one they knew the most was the Heavenly Demon Sect.
Over the past ten years, the activities of the Heavenly Demon Sect's disciples had become much more frequent, and they appeared in the Southern Continent more and more often.
Whenever the Zichen Dynasty had conflicts with other demonic factions, the disciples of the Heavenly Demon Sect would occasionally step in to help, their main goal naturally being to hunt for the three qi.
With the activities of Gu Changyuan's ten eldest disciples in the Southern Continent, the news that Gu Changyuan was the founder of the Heavenly Demon Sect gradually spread throughout the region.
Although it was not as famous as the Heavenly Human Holy Land and the Heavenly Fey Pavilion, it made the various dynasties in the Southern Continent revere Gu Changyuan even more.
After all, being able to cultivate a demonic faction to such a degree, one that did not randomly hunt innocent cultivators like many demons, and even offered help, would inevitably make the Southern Continent cultivators, who had fought against demonic cultivators for tens of thousands of years, feel admiration and curiosity.
Hearing this, Gu Changyuan smiled faintly, his tone peaceful:
The disciples of the Heavenly Demon Sect are just taking what they need. It cannot be considered as helping. You do not need to be so polite.
Hou Wuluo hurriedly said:
To you, Senior, it is as easy as lifting a finger, but to my Zichen Dynasty, it is a real favor.
The Zichen Dynasty will remember this kindness.
I did not bring any precious treasures this time, only some spiritual materials native to the Southern Continent. Please accept them, Senior, as a token of our appreciation.
Saying that, he took out a spatial ring and handed it to Gu Changyuan.
Gu Changyuan did not decline and casually took the ring.
The two chatted for a few more words.
After chatting for a while, Hou Wuluo took the initiative to stand up and take his leave:
The secret realm is about to open. Senior must have important matters to attend to, so we will not disturb you any longer.
Gu Changyuan nodded and did not ask him to stay.
Hou Wuluo led the others to bow again, then turned and left, returning to their own team.
......
Another day passed.
At noon, the sun shone directly on the Cangming Sea. The surface of the sea sparkled like scattered gold.
Boom—
A beam of light shot up into the sky from the top of the palace, piercing straight into the clouds.
At the same time, a line of ancient, glowing characters slowly lit up above the palace, clearly appearing before the eyes of all the cultivators.
I am Immortal Emperor Cangwu. I have cultivated for tens of millions of years, survived the Nine-Nine Heavenly Tribulation, ascended to the throne of Immortal Emperor, and roamed unhindered across the Wanluo Immortal Realm.
However, the Heavenly Dao is fickle, and doom is inescapable. I cannot bear to see my life's learning annihilated in the long river of time, so I leave this secret realm to wait for those who are fated.
Cultivators at the Soul Formation stage may enter. Opportunities are determined by heaven, and each will rely on their own fortune.
As for other cultivators, those who force their way in will bear the consequences.
The moment these words appeared, the sky above the entire Cangming Sea was in an uproar.
Soul Formation stage?!
An Immortal Emperor's secret realm, and the cultivation limit is actually this low?
This isn't right, is it? Shouldn't an Immortal Emperor's secret realm be for experts to enter and fight for opportunities? Why are they all blocked outside instead?
The leaders of countless factions showed surprise on their faces, and some even had a bit of disappointment.
But there were also many factions whose faces revealed joy.
Those factions that did not have much high-end combat power themselves, but had trained their younger generation well, were secretly rejoicing in their hearts at this moment.
The lower the cultivation limit, the greater their chances.
Gu Changyuan looked at those large golden characters, his gaze narrowing slightly.
Soul Formation stage and below.
He turned his head and looked at Jun Mukong, Jun Anshi, and Gu Xing'er beside him.
All three were at the Soul Formation stage, and all were in the late stage, completely meeting the requirements.
Gu Changyuan's heart suddenly stirred.
Jun Mukong and Jun Anshi, the destiny of these two was multi-colored, tenth-grade destiny, chosen by heaven.
In the ten years since they entered the sect, their cultivation had been steadily improving, but after reaching the late Soul Formation stage, their speed had obviously slowed down.
Gu Changyuan previously thought it was a normal bottleneck, but looking at it now, it was not that they could not break through.
It was the destiny upon them that was secretly restricting their breakthrough.
It was precisely so they could participate in this secret realm.
Gu Changyuan understood in his heart, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.
He spoke:
Xiao Kong, Xiao Shi, Xing'er. You three will lead the team for this secret realm.
The three simultaneously withdrew their gazes from the palace and turned to their Master, their faces serious.
Yes, Master!
Gu Changyuan nodded slightly, and information from the disciple registers of the Heavenly Human Holy Land and the Heavenly Fey Pavilion immediately swept through his mind.
A moment later, he waved his right hand again, and a hundred disciples at the mid, late, and peak Soul Formation stages were instantly summoned to the deck of the immortal boat, lining up neatly.
Among them naturally included the disciples of the Five Families of the Central Continent and the Star Dome Clan.
The Five Families of the Central Continent and the Star Dome Clan naturally also knew the news of the appearance of the Immortal Emperor's secret realm, but since they had now completely joined the Heavenly Human Holy Land, they did not send any additional teams, but waited for Gu Changyuan's arrangements.
Previously, Gu Changyuan had sent them a message, telling them that when the secret realm opened, he would summon the disciples who met the requirements and had no other important matters to handle to enter the secret realm together.
Gongsun Qingling, Dugu Shiling, Xuanyuan Lanfeng, and Shangguan Zhuoye were also among those summoned. They were all at the peak of the Soul Formation stage.
Although they were slightly older than Jun Mukong, Jun Anshi, and Gu Xing'er, their cultivation speed was still much slower in comparison.
Although Gongsun Qingling also possessed a tenth-grade talent, there were differences even among talents. Compared to the absolute top-tier physiques of Jun Mukong and the other two, her physique was still slightly inferior.
After summoning all these disciples over, Gu Changyuan once again used a communication jade slip to inform the patriarchs of the Five Families of the Central Continent and the Star Dome Clan, explaining the situation that the Immortal Emperor's secret realm was restricted to Soul Formation stage cultivation.
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