PHS Chapter 157 (Patreon)

Chapter 157: He Dared to Rush Forward Without Buying Information?

Yang Qiu's face stiffened. He withdrew his gaze and turned to the others present. A Key of Creation appeared in his hand as he said coolly, "Countless people are watching. Clan Lord Ye, there's no need to delay any longer."

Feuds could be settled at any time.

But if they missed this chance to enter the Mystic Realm of Creation, there was no telling when it could be opened again.

I hope you don't regret this.

Ye Changming's expression was cold and hard. He stepped forward to the bronze gate, his heart a storm of complicated emotions. This was originally a mystic realm belonging to his Ye Imperial Clan.

But today, it was no longer theirs alone.

The Ye Imperial Clan was, at best, just one of the countless factions about to enter.

Their only advantage, perhaps, was the ancestral records that detailed everything within the mystic realm. If the environment hadn't changed too drastically over the countless years, those records would still be an invaluable reference.

At the very least, they were far better off than those who were stumbling in blindly.

"The treasures of the Mystic Realm of Creation are not so easily taken!"

Ye Changming said in a frosty voice. With a turn of his palm, a Key of Creation rose into the air, blossoming with a milky-white brilliance as the power of creation swept out in all directions.

At the same time, the other three released their own keys. The four Keys of Creation converged in the sky, merging into a single, luminous full moon that shone with ten thousand rays of light.

Om!

With a soft hum, the four keys shimmered with an immortal divine light, streaked across the sky, and sank into the surface of the bronze gate.

BOOM!

A tremendous roar echoed out.

The colossal bronze gate thundered deafeningly as countless symbols flickered across its surface. An aura of ancient time filled the surroundings, mysterious and profound.

Under the hopeful gazes of countless onlookers, a rumbling sound began, and the gate opened, just a crack.

Yet from that single crack erupted ten thousand rays of multi-colored light. Spirit qi, so dense it was almost liquid, surged forth like a vast ocean, flooding the boundless land!

Everyone was intoxicated by it. Though they still knew nothing of the situation inside the mystic realm, this tide of spirit qi alone was proof that the place was anything but ordinary!

With spirit qi this dense, rare and precious treasures must have formed during its countless years of existence!

RUMBLE!

The colossal bronze gate slowly swung open, its brilliant light blotting out the sky.

A corner of the Mystic Realm of Creation was revealed before everyone's eyes.

It was a land like a paradise, with continuous mountain ranges of exquisite beauty, ancient trees that touched the sky, and lush, vibrant greenery everywhere.

Faintly, the roar of a beast echoed through the void.

Swoosh!

Between the mountains, a ball of immortal divine light appeared, catching everyone's eye. It was a ginseng root, half the height of a man, flowing with a precious radiance, almost on the verge of taking human form!

From such a great distance, it was impossible to judge its grade, but from its spiritual nature alone, it was likely no less than a Sacred Lord-level spirit herb—it might even be Saint-level!

"A sentient spirit herb!"

"Worthy of the name, Mystic Realm of Creation!"

"Heavens, I'd be willing to stay in there for the rest of my life! In such a blessed environment, even becoming a Great Emperor wouldn't be difficult, would it?"

"How could a mystic realm left behind by a Great Emperor be an ordinary place?"

Countless discussions erupted.

Faces were etched with greed, everyone wishing they could rush in at that very moment. If just this one corner was so extraordinary, it was hard to imagine what greater fortunes lay hidden within!

"Since you are all so modest, allow this old man to be the vanguard!"

An old man soared into the sky, his body erupting in a blinding light. The might of a Saint, sacred and vast, made it impossible for others to look directly at him, compelling them to kneel.

The old man strode across the sky with great speed, his eyes fixed on the old ginseng in the mystic realm. He could confirm it—that was undoubtedly a Saint-level spirit herb!

A sentient, Saint-level spirit herb was of immeasurable value!

If he could obtain it, he could extend his life by at least a thousand years!

In a thousand years, anything was possible. If his cultivation advanced to the next level within that time, wouldn't he gain countless more years of life?

"Someone from the Myriad Transformations Sacred Land!" someone exclaimed.

They hadn't expected the Myriad Transformations Sacred Land to be so bold, charging in first under the watchful eyes of so many.

After all, neither the Golden Crow Clan nor the Ye Imperial Clan had made a move yet.

Was he not afraid of facing repercussions for such audacity?

Strangely, at that moment, all the other major powers remained silent. They watched with cold detachment, neither joining nor stopping him, as if they were all waiting for something.

"Hmm?"

The old man sensed that something was amiss.

Are they wary of the Myriad Transformations Sacred Land?

It wasn't impossible. After all, their Sacred Land was not weak; it ranked among the upper echelons of the various sacred lands. It was only natural for these people to be a little cautious.

He had no time to think further.

The old man had already arrived before the bronze gate. Without a hint of hesitation, he strode forward, intending to step inside.

BOOM!

The instant his foot landed, the heavens and the earth shook violently. From the bronze gate, lightning descended, submerging the world in a vast, boundless ocean of electricity!

Everyone retreated in haste, their hearts trembling at the sight before them!

This was a massive heavenly tribulation!

A Saint, a being of immense power, had no strength to resist. He was instantly turned to ash and smoke without even a scream, a testament to the tribulation's terrifying might.

The ocean of lightning was terrifying and boundless, unleashing bolt after bolt that pulverized one mountain after another into dust.

Only after raging for a long time did it slowly dissipate.

Gulp!

Many who witnessed the horrifying scene swallowed hard.

"Truly courting death. To dare to step inside without first buying information from the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets… was he tired of living?"

Within the Golden Crow Clan's chariot, the Second Golden Crow Prince watched the scene outside and spoke with cold indifference.

At the same time, a trace of fear lingered in his heart. If he hadn't purchased the information, his clan's Saint might have been the one to step inside. The outcome would have been unimaginable.

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