eurekapd Chapter 151 Collapse of the Secret Realm
Chapter 151 Collapse of the Secret Realm
Just as Xu Xiaoxiao and the others were slumped on the ground, still shaken and discussing the life-or-death ordeal they had just experienced, a blue figure flashed past them like lightning.
Everyone felt a flash of blue light before their eyes, and a powerful and chilling aura rushed towards them, forcing them to subconsciously close their eyes. When they opened their eyes again, they saw a man dressed in a blue Taoist robe standing on the sea of fire.
The man had his hair tied up in a high bun, with a few strands of hair fluttering in the wind, outlining his handsome profile, which was as sharp as if it had been carved by a knife. His face was cold and stern, and his eyes were as deep as a cold pool, exuding a powerful aura that kept strangers at bay.
Although his cultivation level was impossible to discern, the aura he naturally exuded made Xu Xiaoxiao and the others feel an invisible pressure, as if the person before them was an unshakeable god.
The man stood tall and straight, his hands behind his back, his clothes fluttering in the blazing flames. He gazed silently at the sword platform in the center of the sea of fire, as if the raging flames around him were nothing more than a gentle breeze.
Then, he slowly raised his hand, palm up, and said softly, "I'm sorry to have kept you waiting." His voice was deep and magnetic, yet it seemed to penetrate the heat waves and clearly reach everyone's ears.
No sooner had the words been spoken than a shocking scene unfolded: the ancient Flame Sword, which had been standing steadily on the sword platform, began to tremble violently as if it had heard a summons.
The red light emitted by the sword became even more dazzling, even overshadowing the light of the surrounding sea of fire. Then, the Flame Sword slowly detached from the sword platform, hovered in the air, and flew towards the man.
The man's lips curled up slightly, revealing a faint smile. He reached out and firmly grasped the hilt of the sword. In an instant, the Flame Sword emitted a joyful sword cry, as if it were reuniting with a long-lost friend. The light on the sword body flickered and leaped continuously, sometimes as bright as the sun, sometimes as gentle as moonlight, as if telling of the loneliness and waiting of these years.
The man gently stroked the blade of the Flame Sword, his eyes filled with tenderness and pity, and whispered, "Old friend, we are finally together again."
After saying that, he turned slightly and glanced in the direction where Xu Xiaoxiao and the others were. In that instant, everyone felt that his gaze was as real as if it could see through their souls.
Before anyone could react, the man, carrying the Flame Sword, transformed into a streak of light and vanished into the horizon, leaving behind only a dumbfounded Xu Xiaoxiao and the others, as well as the still raging sea of fire.
"Who...who is this person?" Zi Ling asked incredulously, her eyes wide.
"With such formidable strength, he so easily took the divine sword. He must be one of the top beings in this secret realm," Lin Yu said slowly, his face solemn.
Xu Xiaoxiao gazed in the direction the man had disappeared, lost in thought: "No matter who he is, at least this divine sword has found its home. I hope he can use it well and not let it fall into the hands of someone with ill intentions."
Suddenly, a strong earthquake struck the spot where they were standing. Xu Xiaoxiao struggled to steady herself. "Senior Brother Yang, what's happening?"
Yang Qingfeng watched as the surrounding spiritual energy flowed backward and thought to himself, "This is bad. Because the divine sword has been taken, the spiritual energy of the secret realm can't hold up anymore; it's about to collapse."
First, a deep and violent rumble came from the depths of the secret realm, like the angry roar of a sleeping ancient beast. Then, the ground began to tremble violently, and huge cracks spread rapidly like a spider web. Xu Xiaoxiao and the others were shaken to the side by the sudden tremor.
Sun Yao's legs went weak and she almost collapsed to the ground, but Yuan Mengyao reacted quickly and caught her.
Sun Yao's lips trembled, and her eyes filled with tears: "What should we do? Are we going to die here?" Her voice was choked with sobs, and her body trembled uncontrollably.
At this moment, the light in the sky, which was originally quite bright, suddenly became dim and dark, and large patches of dark clouds gathered rapidly like a surging tide.
Blinding bolts of lightning raged and danced through the clouds, each strike accompanied by a deafening clap of thunder that made everyone's eardrums ache.
The other disciples from the surrounding sects were also thrown into extreme panic. A disciple dressed in a yellow robe ran around frantically, shouting, "Help! Someone save me!" His eyes were filled with despair. He staggered and tripped over a crack in the ground, falling heavily to the ground.
Not far away, several disciples huddled together, trembling, their faces filled with helplessness. One of the female disciples had her eyes tightly shut, tears streaming down her cheeks as she murmured, "I don't want to die, I don't want to die..."
Xu Xiaoxiao suppressed her fear and tried to calm herself down. She took a deep breath and shouted, "Don't panic, everyone! There's definitely a way out!" Her eyes were firm as she tried to give her companions strength.
Just when everyone was feeling hopeless, mysterious rays of light converged from all directions.
These lights, like nimble sprites, swirled and danced around the group. Then, a powerful force enveloped them, and they felt a flash of light before their eyes, and their bodies began to involuntarily become ethereal.
"This is... the power of teleportation!" Lin Yu exclaimed in surprise, his face still pale, but a glimmer of hope ignited in his eyes.
The instant she was teleported, Xu Xiaoxiao saw everything around her rapidly twisting and deforming. Mountains collapsed, boulders rolled down, rivers dried up, and the entire secret realm turned into ruins before their eyes.
In the blink of an eye, everyone felt a dizzying sensation, and then they were teleported outside the secret realm. Xu Xiaoxiao and the others fell heavily to the ground, panting heavily.
Sun Yao sat on the ground, overwhelmed with joy at surviving the ordeal. She cried and laughed at the same time, "We're alive! We're really alive!"
Yang Qingfeng stood up, dusted himself off, and said with lingering fear, "This was really close; I almost lost my life."
Xu Xiaoxiao looked around at the group of people who had been teleported out with her and said with emotion, "This trip to the secret realm was full of dangers, but it also allowed us to see so much. In any case, being alive is the greatest fortune."
Yuan Mengyao and the others nodded in agreement. They knew that this experience would become an unforgettable memory in their lives, and that many more unknown challenges awaited them in the future.
Suddenly, a burly man with a fierce face in the crowd stared greedily at the storage bag of a young disciple dressed in simple clothes not far away.
The storage bag was bulging, clearly indicating a rich haul. The burly man, from the Canglang Sect, was known for his domineering ways within the sect. He gave a wink to his henchmen and said menacingly, "See that kid's bag? It's obviously full of good stuff. Let's go get it!"
These lackeys were all bullies who took advantage of the powerful's power. Upon hearing this, they immediately revealed a sinister smile, rubbing their hands together and following behind the burly man toward the young disciple.
The young disciple came from a small sect and was outnumbered and outmatched. He was currently happily checking his gains in the secret realm, completely unaware that danger was approaching step by step.
"Boy, hand over your storage bag!" The burly man walked up to the young disciple and roared down at him, his eyes revealing an undeniable arrogance.
The young disciple suddenly raised his head, a flash of fear in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure and angrily retorted, "Why are you taking my things? I risked my life in the secret realm to get them!"
"Hmph, why should we? Because you're weak, and because we want to rob you!" A weasel-faced lackey behind the burly man said sarcastically, proudly brandishing the short knife in his hand.
"Brothers, stop wasting time talking to him, just attack!" The burly man waved his hand impatiently, and several men surrounded the young disciple.
The young disciple gripped his sword tightly, his body trembling slightly, yet he still refused to back down.
The disciples from the surrounding smaller sects were filled with anger and helplessness upon witnessing this scene. One of the thin, frail-looking youths couldn't help but mutter under his breath, "This is outrageous! These people from the big sects are nothing but bandits!"
“But what can we do? Our sect is weak and outnumbered; we are no match for them.” A disciple with a sallow complexion sighed, his eyes filled with resentment and helplessness.
Although the surrounded young disciples were isolated and helpless, they still fought desperately.
"If you want what's mine, then step over my dead body!" he roared, swinging his sword at the burly man.
The burly man smiled contemptuously, easily dodging the kick, and then kicked the young disciple in the stomach. The young disciple screamed and fell to the ground.
"With your meager skills, you dare to resist?" The burly man stepped forward, snatched the young disciple's storage bag, and kicked him several times.
The young disciple lay on the ground, his eyes bloodshot, gritting his teeth as he said, "You bastards, I won't let you get away with this!"
"Haha, you think you can take it? Give me a break!" The burly man laughed loudly, and he and his henchmen were about to leave.
The disciples from the surrounding minor sects could only watch helplessly as this scene unfolded, filled with humiliation and resentment, unable to utter a word of anger.
Witnessing this scene, Xu Xiaoxiao's anger flared up instantly. Her almond-shaped eyes widened, her eyebrows furrowed, and without hesitation, she stepped forward and shouted, "Don't you think it's going too far to forcibly seize things like this in broad daylight?"
Yang Qingfeng followed closely behind, his face stern, his long sword already drawn, its blade gleaming coldly. He said in an icy tone, "What kind of skill is it to bully the weak? Give the things back to him!" His words were brief, yet they carried an undeniable authority.
Hearing the shout, the burly man was taken aback at first, then turned around and looked at Xu Xiaoxiao and the others with disdain. He sneered, "Oh ho, where did these punks come from, trying to meddle in other people's business? I advise you not to overestimate yourselves and get out of the way, or don't blame me for being impolite!"
Yuan Mengyao, hands on her hips, retorted fearlessly, "You bully, how dare you be so arrogant after committing evil? Today we're going to teach you a lesson!" Her eyes burned with anger, and she wished she could rush up and teach this scoundrel a lesson right away.
Lin Yu waved his folding fan, seemingly calm and collected, but actually exuding a sharp aura. He slowly said, "Such behavior of yours will probably damage your sect's reputation if word gets out." A hint of mockery flashed in his eyes as he stared intently at the burly man.
Upon seeing this, the burly man's sharp-tongued, monkey-faced henchman brandished his short sword and shouted, "Don't be so arrogant! We, the Canglang Sect, are not to be trifled with. If you dare to utter another word, we'll take care of you all!"
Xu Xiaoxiao sneered, her spiritual power rapidly condensing into a gleaming spirit sword in her hand. Without flinching, she said, "So what if it's the Canglang Sect? If you don't return what you've given us today, don't even think about leaving!" Her voice was clear yet firm, revealing a determination to die for her cause.
At this moment, the young disciple who had been robbed struggled to his feet, looking gratefully at Xu Xiaoxiao and the others, his voice choked with emotion as he said, "My benefactors, thank you so much for your righteous help, but these people were too ruthless, you..."
Xu Xiaoxiao turned her head, gave him a reassuring look, and said, "Don't be afraid, we're here, they won't succeed."
Yang Qingfeng slightly turned to the side, spreading out in a fan shape with Xu Xiaoxiao and the others, ready for battle. His gaze was fixed on the Canglang Sect members, and he shouted, "I'll ask you one last time, are you going to return it or not?"
Seeing Xu Xiaoxiao and the others' resolute attitude, the burly man knew that he would probably not be able to succeed easily today. Although he was unwilling, he did not dare to make a move rashly.
After a brief standoff, he angrily threw the storage bag on the ground, spat, and said, "You guys are ruthless. We'll see!" With that, he and his followers slunk away.