Outside the main hall, three people were facing each other in the square. Two of them were Yang Xinhu and Lin Yingyun.

The other person was an old man wearing a tattered blue Taoist robe, with messy long hair, who looked crazy, but was holding a gourd wine pot in his hand.

Above the three people's heads, lines of blood flowed in from the outside.

It all originated from that blood sacrifice array!

This thick line of blood leads directly to the main hall in front of the three people, where Lin Ruchu, the first ancestor of the Lin family, seems to be.

The old man holding the wine gourd looked utterly bored.

"I've said it before, even if you tricked thousands of powerful martial artists into a blood sacrifice, it would only be a drop in the ocean and still not enough energy to open the Saint Realm!"

This person is none other than Old Drunkard, who cultivates the Drunken Dream Immortal Scripture.

He was also a fugitive that the secret service had been pursuing for a year.

Lin Yingyun, standing in front of him, had a deep frown on his brow.

"Even a Celestial Martial Emperor and a thousand martial artists with their life force couldn't open the Sacred Realm, so how did the Qian family manage to get inside?"

It turns out that this dilapidated palace complex is not a true sacred place, but merely an outer cover. Over the years, the Hidden World Alliance has sent hundreds or even thousands of people to venture into this place.

But in the end, all their efforts were in vain.

At the same time, there is also a rather large group of people.

They disappeared within this palace complex...

They have completely disappeared without a trace!

Old Zui took a sip of wine from his gourd and said impatiently, "How would I know how the Qian family's people got in?"

"But one thing is certain: the people you sent in before who went missing must have entered the Holy Realm through some special means, just like the Qian family, but none of them were able to successfully return from there. What's the difference between that and being dead?"

Yang Xinhu listened intently from the side.

He suddenly couldn't help but ask tentatively.

"Gentlemen, what about the missing people? Could they have ascended to the legendary immortal realm?"