Adjusting Cultivation to the Nascent Soul Stage

Upon seeing Gu Changyuan, all the disciples bowed in unison, their voices echoing in perfect harmony:

"Sacred Ancestor!"

"Pavilion Ancestor!"

Gu Changyuan nodded. His gaze swept over every disciple present before he slowly spoke:

"The Immortal Emperor's Secret Realm is restricted to those at the Soul Formation realm. You all meet the requirements, which is why I have brought you here."

He paused for a moment and continued:

"Upon entering the secret realm, Jun Mukong, Jun Anshi, and Gu Xing'er will act as the main team leaders, while Gongsun Qingling, Dugu Shiling, Xuanyuan Lanfeng, and Shangguan Zhuoye will be the vice leaders."

"The seven of them will each lead a team of over twenty people into the secret realm.

I will provide you with communication artifacts. The seven teams will head to different locations to search for resources and opportunities.

If anything happens, share the information. Follow the main leaders' arrangements in everything, while the vice leaders will assist them in making decisions."

The main reason for splitting into seven teams was simply that there were too many people.

If over a hundred people swept through the same area, the resources wouldn't be enough to go around.

That wouldn't be exploring a secret realm; it would be internal friction, wasting their numerical advantage.

Splitting into seven teams and exploring different areas would maximize their chances of finding opportunities within the realm. It would also avoid unnecessary conflicts while honing the disciples' teamwork skills.

"Yes!"

The disciples answered in unison, their faces filled with determination and anticipation.

Being able to enter the Immortal Emperor's Secret Realm was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for them, and they were determined not to disappoint their Sacred Ancestor (Pavilion Ancestor).

The ancient text hovering above the palace slowly dissipated, replaced by a deep, muffled rumble.

The palace doors opened.

In almost the exact same instant, countless cultivators made their move.

Hundreds of figures charged forward simultaneously, swarming toward the palace doors like a plague of locusts.

Gu Changyuan stood on the deck of the immortal boat, calmly watching the scene.

He turned around to look at his disciples, who were fully prepared and waiting, and slowly said:

"Let's set out."

As his voice fell, he waved his right hand.

An invisible force swept across the area, precisely dividing the hundred disciples into seven teams based on their elemental attributes, cultivation techniques, and offensive or defensive roles.

Every team achieved a perfect balance of attributes, combining both offense and defense.

Once the grouping was complete, the seven leaders, including Jun Mukong and Gu Xing'er, immediately accepted their orders. They led the disciples behind them into the palace in an orderly fashion, showing not a hint of panic.

Gu Changyuan watched the disciples' figures disappear through the grand doors before withdrawing his gaze to look at the twenty senior disciples standing beside him.

"Since there is nothing left to do here, I will send you back first."

His tone was casual:

"I alone will stay here and wait."

The twenty disciples bowed together:

"Yes, Master."

Gu Changyuan nodded and waved his right hand, enveloping everyone in a soft light.

In the next instant, the twenty figures vanished from the deck simultaneously, sent back to the Celestial Human Holy Land and the Sky Demon Pavilion.

Only Gu Changyuan remained on the deck.

With a mere thought, the silver-white immortal boat beneath his feet instantly shrank, transforming into a streak of light that vanished into his sleeve.

He immediately activated a secret technique to enter a state of invisibility. The aura around him was completely concealed, making it impossible for the surrounding cultivators to detect his position or presence.

Hovering in mid-air, Gu Changyuan looked down at his hands.

Slashing his right hand vertically downward, a light screen visible only to him appeared in front of him.

His finger tapped on the "Cultivation" column and gave a gentle swipe.

The realm that originally displayed the First Level of the Tribulation Transcendence Realm was modified by him to the Peak of the Soul Formation Realm.

The corners of Gu Changyuan's mouth curled up slightly.

He put on a white mask adorned with a black pattern on the right side.

Then, a large black cloak enveloped him, completely obscuring his figure and hiding any identifying features.

After doing all this, he flew toward the dark blue palace.

He didn't use teleportation or spatial laws; he simply flew normally.

Blending into the crowd, he was entirely inconspicuous.

The moment he entered the palace doors, he dropped his invisible state and surged in with the crowd.

A faint power of laws swept over his body, as if scanning for something.

Gu Changyuan felt that power, his heart stirring slightly.

Then, the power glided off him without generating any rejection.

Just as expected.

By modifying the conversion unit of his own cultivation, he could evade the rule detection.

The system's power was far superior to the rules left behind by an Immortal Emperor and the Heavenly Dao rules of this world.

Gu Changyuan's gaze slowly swept across the entire palace. The interior was far larger than it appeared from the outside.

The vaulted ceiling hung high, dozens of feet above the ground, which was paved with massive bluestone bricks. Each brick was polished as smooth as a mirror, capable of reflecting one's image.

Faint spiritual light flowed through the cracks between the stone bricks, clearly indicating the presence of some kind of array.

The hall was incredibly spacious, devoid of any murals or decorations.

But at this moment, it was packed with cultivators from various factions. It was densely crowded, buzzing with voices, and felt exceptionally noisy and congested.

At the deepest part of the grand hall was a massive swirling portal.

The vortex was a deep, ghostly blue, rotating slowly like a bottomless giant eye, silently staring at all the cultivators who had entered the hall.

The eyes of all the cultivators who entered the palace fell upon that vortex.

That was the true entrance to the secret realm.

By now, some impatient cultivators had already charged straight into the vortex, their figures swallowed by the ghostly blue light as they vanished from sight.

More people, however, stopped to observe in front of the vortex—some waiting for companions, some assessing the situation, and others hesitating.

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After Jun Mukong, Jun Anshi, and Gu Xing'er led their seven teams into the palace, they did not rush toward the vortex.

They stopped in a corner not far from it, scanning their surroundings before beginning their final preparations for entering the secret realm.

Jun Mukong had the disciples familiarize themselves with each other's abilities and cultivation traits. They established mission assignments and a division of labor for after they entered, ensuring their actions would be orderly and that they wouldn't hold each other back.

Right at that moment, a voice rang out from nearby.

"Oh? Those must be the three disciples of the senior from the Celestial Human Holy Land, right?"

The voice was crisp and carried a hint of curiosity.

Jun Anshi turned to look and saw a group walking toward them.

Leading them was someone who looked like a young girl—it was the very same person who had marveled at the spiritual energy concentration on the immortal boat earlier.

Behind her was a team of about twenty people.

There were young royal descendants and guards clad in armor.

Jun Anshi stepped forward, nodded slightly, and introduced himself:

"Hello, I am Jun Anshi of the Celestial Human Holy Land."

Hou Tianqi's eyes lit up with a radiant smile:

"Hello there! I am Hou Tianqi, the Seventh Princess of the Zichen Dynasty."

As she spoke, she turned slightly to introduce a woman with a calm and steady demeanor standing beside her:

"This is my fourth sister, Hou Zhiyu."

Hou Zhiyu was noticeably older than Hou Tianqi, and her aura was much more composed and restrained.

She bowed slightly, her tone gentle:

"Greetings. I have long heard of the great name of the Celestial Human Holy Land. It is a profound honor to meet you today."