PHS Chapter 158 (Patreon)

Chapter 158: My Disciple, You Go in Too

"He was merely courting death."

The First Golden Crow Prince spoke, his voice resounding. Golden light flowed around his body. He glanced at the people outside and said indifferently, "We're going in."

With a rumble, the golden chariot streaked across the sky, carrying several Sacred Lord-level figures as it soared through the air and into the bronze gate.

This time, the bronze gate remained perfectly calm, without a single ripple.

This...

"What's going on?"

"The elder from the Myriad Transformations Sacred Land was struck by lightning when he entered. How come nothing happened when the Golden Crow Clan went in?"

"Could it be that this bronze gate only allows those with a Key of Creation to enter?"

Discussions broke out among the crowd, unable to accept what they had just witnessed.

A mystic realm left by a Great Emperor of the human race had just struck down a human, yet it did nothing when the demon race entered.

It was far too strange.

"Chen, take your men and go inside. Remember what I told you. Although the Mystic Realm of Creation was left by our ancestor, it is still fraught with danger. You must not be careless," Ye Changming said in a deep voice.

"Yes, Father!"

Ye Chen nodded.

During this period, the Ye Imperial Clan had spared no expense on spiritual pills and medicines, and Ye Chen's injuries had completely healed.

His strength had even improved slightly.

The aura he exuded was on the verge of a breakthrough.

Ye Chen stepped into the void, followed by several Sacred Lord-level elders, and walked step by step into the bronze gate.

Shortly after, the Sacred Son of the Purple Myrtle Sacred Land also led his people into the sky and quickly entered the bronze gate.

"Huh?"

"The people from the Purple Myrtle Sacred Land went in too!"

"That's right, they don't have a Key of Creation! How did they get in?"

"Have you noticed? The people who have gone in so far don't seem to be stronger than a Saint. The highest is at the Sacred Lord level. Could it be some kind of restriction?"

"That makes sense!"

There were a few fools among those present. By observing who entered and making a few simple deductions, they had already guessed part of the truth—or at least, they now understood the rules of the bronze gate.

Immediately, a number of unaffiliated cultivators followed behind the major powers and stepped into the Mystic Realm of Creation.

"So these are the rules of the Mystic Realm of Creation?"

From the Great Green Imperial Dynasty, a prince mounted on a celestial steed wore elaborate imperial robes. He looked at the bronze gate with confidence. Although he hadn't purchased information from the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets, he firmly believed that with enough observation, he could discover the rules that others couldn't see!

As long as he was careful enough, the Mystic Realm of Creation posed no threat to him.

The Third Prince of the Great Green Imperial Dynasty was full of confidence. He glanced at the people behind him and said coolly, "We'll go in too. As long as our cultivation does not exceed the Saint realm, we should be perfectly safe!"

With that, the forces of the Great Green Imperial Dynasty surged into the Mystic Realm of Creation.

However, they had only just stepped inside, before they could even get a clear look at their surroundings.

ROAR!

An earth-shattering roar resounded.

A mountain peak shattered, sending boulders flying through the clouds. Amidst the swirling dust, a pair of crimson eyes, like two blazing suns, hung high in the sky. A monstrous wave of blood qi rolled out, shaking the mountains!

This was a Feral Beast, terrifying to the extreme!

Its body was a thousand zhang tall, like an ancient demonic mountain, and it moved with a rumbling gait. Its roar was so powerful it seemed on the verge of shattering the realm itself. 

"What is that?"

The Third Prince's eyelids twitched as he stared in horror at the feral beast.

It was too terrifying.

Such a creature was rarely seen in the outside world. Even among the demon race, few possessed such a fearsome physique. Its blood qi alone held the divine might to shake the heavens and the earth!

BOOM!

A savage aura shot into the sky. The massive beast let out a bellow, its blood qi surging. Its enormous forelimbs crossed an endless distance, arriving in an instant.

It swiped down from the sky.

DONG! With a tremendous crash, the world seemed to split apart. Several mists of blood burst from the ground. The Third Prince of the Great Green Imperial Dynasty had only just entered when he was stomped into a bloody pulp by a Feral Beast.

Even the few other factions that had entered alongside him were caught in the disaster.

Only a few Sacred Lord-level guards managed to escape in time.

"There are Feral Beasts inside?"

Countless people were stunned once again.

Feral Beasts, a species that had been extinct for countless years, had actually appeared in the Mystic Realm of Creation. And from the looks of it, they were thriving, each one possessing the cultivation of a Sacred Lord!

To go in now would be a death sentence!

Because these beasts lacked intelligence, their physical bodies were considered invincible among those of the same level. Even among the demon race, only a few of the most powerful clans could hope to match them.

As for the fragile bodies of the human race, with the exception of body cultivators, it was nearly impossible to fight a feral beast of the same level.

"My disciple, you go in too," Yang Qiu said softly, glancing at the Mystic Realm of Creation.

"Huh?"

Zhang Baichuan was dumbfounded.

Master, what grudge do you have against me? What have I done to wrong you?

You saw the Feral Beast in there, and you still want me to go in? Do you want me to die fast?

Although he had a jade pendant that could withstand six blows from a Saint, he had no idea how long it would last against a Feral Beast.

Feral Beasts were single-minded. Once they fixed on a target, they would pursue it relentlessly, never resting until either they or their target was dead.

He was just an ordinary prodigy, currently at the peak of the Mortal Transformation Realm, not even on the Prodigy Leaderboard. Against a feral beast, his death would be swift and certain.

"Don't worry, you won't die!"

Yang Qiu reached out, grabbed Zhang Baichuan, and threw him directly into the Mystic Realm of Creation.

"Mas—ter—!"

A blood-curdling scream tore through the void. It was truly a sound to make the listener grieve and the witness weep.

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