"Ah!" Bloodfang screamed in agony as his massive wolf claws were torn to shreds by the sword energy. Even more terrifying, the power of the heavenly tribulation seeped into his body through his wounds, destroying all the meridians in its path.

Chen Feng pressed his advantage, biting his tongue and spitting out a mouthful of blood essence. His sword techniques changed again: "Combine!"

Eighty-one sword energies suddenly merged into one, transforming into a ten-zhang-long purple-gold giant sword that slashed down. Blood Fang desperately resisted, but was restrained by the power of heavenly tribulation within the sword, and his defenses were torn apart like paper.

"No--"

A flash of sword light, and Bloodfang's massive body froze in place. A gust of wind blew by, and his body split open, crashing to the ground.

Meanwhile, the battle around the altar was also nearing its end. Seven wolf clan elders had fallen under the sword of King Difeng, and the remaining werewolves, seeing their chieftain dead, collapsed in morale and scattered in all directions.

Chen Feng, panting heavily, watched as Blood Fang's corpse gradually turned to ashes. This battle had been extremely costly, but worthwhile. He looked up at the sky and realized that, unbeknownst to him, a bright moon had replaced the sun, its blood-red light enveloping the surrounding area.

"With the blood moon hanging in the sky, the wolf clan's fortunes have run their course." King Di Feng sheathed his sword and walked over. "Next comes the crucial moment of transformation into a higher realm."

Chen Feng nodded, sensing the changes in the surrounding world. The werewolf warriors had been almost entirely wiped out, and the werewolf will on this land was dissipating. In their place, the will of humans was permeating the land.

"Master, how long will the transformation take?"

"Three days." Di Feng gazed into the distance. "During this time, the myriad races may make some moves. You've just experienced a great battle, so go and recuperate. I will stay here and oversee things."

Just as Chen Feng was about to reply, his expression suddenly changed, and he abruptly turned to look eastward. His senses detected a strange and powerful aura rapidly approaching.

"A powerful figure is attacking!" Chen Feng's blood boiled once again.

Di Feng raised his hand to stop him: "No need to be nervous, he's an old friend."

A streak of blue light flashed across the sky, and an old man in blue robes walked through the air, holding a whisk, exuding an air of otherworldly grace.

"Old Daoist Qingxuan, you're late," Di Feng said calmly.

The old man in blue laughed heartily, "Not too late, not too late at all. It's just in time to witness the birth of the second great human realm cultivator." He looked at Chen Feng, his eyes gleaming, "This is the young friend who triggered the Nine Heavens Tribulation? Truly, heroes emerge from among the young."

Chen Feng clasped his hands in a respectful greeting: "Junior Chen Feng greets Senior."

"Very well, very well." The old Daoist Qingxuan stroked his beard and smiled. "I have come here for two reasons: first, to witness this momentous event for the human race, and second..." He changed the subject, his expression turning serious, "The Council of All Races has taken note of your actions. Powerful races such as the Lion-Man and Eagle-Man are gathering their forces."

Di Feng scoffed, "Afraid of them?

"Not so." Qingxuan shook his head. "This old Daoist brings news—the 'Chaotic Secret Realm' in the center of the Myriad Races Continent is about to open, and the geniuses of all races will go there. If young friend Chen can gain something in the secret realm, the human race's advance into the Myriad Races Continent will be twice as effective."

Chen Feng and his master exchanged a glance, both seeing the excitement in each other's eyes. The Chaos Secret Realm was a legendary sacred place for cultivation, opening only once every thousand years.

"When will it open?" Chen Feng asked.

"One month from now," said the old Daoist Qingxuan, taking out a cyan jade slip from his sleeve and tossing it to Chen Feng. "This contains information about the secret realm; consider it a small gift from this old Daoist."

Chen Feng took the jade slip and scanned it with his divine sense, immediately shocked by the information within. This jade slip not only recorded details of the secret realm, but also contained information on the great talents of all races and their weaknesses, making it priceless.

"Thank you for your kind offer, senior." Chen Feng sincerely expressed his gratitude.

Qingxuan waved his hand: "A strong human race is beneficial to maintaining the balance of all races. Alright, this old Daoist should be going now. You all should hurry up and transform your Great Realm."

After he finished speaking, his figure gradually faded and eventually disappeared.

Di Feng looked at his disciple: "What do you think?"

Chen Feng gripped the jade slip tightly, his gaze resolute: "This disciple wishes to go to the Chaos Secret Realm."

"Alright." Di Feng nodded. "For the next month, I will personally guide you in stabilizing your realm. The matter of transforming your realm will be handled by the Human Race Council."

Just then, the earth suddenly trembled, and the blood moon in the sky gradually turned silvery-white. Chen Feng felt a warm power rise from his feet and flow throughout his body. He was surprised to find that he had developed a strange connection with this land.

"It's begun." Di Feng looked up at the sky. "The werewolf realm is transforming into the human realm."

In the distance, the human warriors roared with cheers. Chen Feng took a deep breath, feeling the newly acquired power and the heavier responsibility on his shoulders. The Chaotic Realm, the prodigies of all races, the rise of humanity... the road ahead was long, but he was fearless.

"Master, let's go back." Chen Feng turned and walked towards Zhenlang Pass. "This disciple has many questions to ask."

Looking at his disciple's upright figure, King Di Feng smiled with satisfaction. The future of humanity might very well rest on this young man's shoulders.