Outside the still-unopened Fallen Maple Secret Realm, human cultivators, sea creatures, and terrestrial spirit beasts each occupy a corner, forming a tripartite balance of power.

Within their respective teams, they were arranged from front to back according to their power level, with those at the very front undoubtedly being the leaders of the three races.

Shushu and Luli's spirit boats were grouped together with the main group of rogue cultivators. Since rogue cultivators did not have a high status, they were naturally squeezed to the back of the group.

Shushu peered around for a while, but could only vaguely make out that the three clan leaders in front of him seemed to be negotiating.

As for what they were saying, the people behind the crowd couldn't hear it.

However, she didn't feel obligated to listen. As for the treasures and inheritances in the secret realm, she held the attitude that it would be good to obtain them if possible, but she wouldn't force it if she couldn't. Lu Li felt the same way.

Therefore, compared to the other cultivators around them who wished they could stretch their necks and grow extra ears, the senior and junior brothers and sisters reacted much more calmly.

They even had the leisure to quietly return to their cabin when the sun was high in the sky, open the isolation array, take out the delicacies they had stored in their space, and enjoy them to their heart's content.

After finishing the millet and sweet potato, he cast a spell to cleanse the cabin and his own body of the smell before standing on the deck to wait for the bigwigs ahead to reach a decision.

Unfortunately, whether it was because the interests were too tempting or something else, the three leaders argued for a whole day and night without reaching a conclusion.

Until the first light of dawn the next day, the sun slowly rose along the sea level.

Just when Shushu thought these people were going to continue arguing, there was finally movement from the secret realm again, and the entire palace was gradually enveloped in white light.

This Fallen Maple Secret Realm was actually a giant palace buried deep in the sea before.

It was probably the right opportunity and time that allowed it to break free from the seabed and float to the surface. The bright light we saw last time was caused by it rising to the surface.

This time, it was once again enveloped in light, and everyone present, whether human or beast, couldn't help but show expressions of surprise. Even though the bright white light was dazzling, they still couldn't help but look at it.

The intense light lasted for nearly fifteen minutes before gradually fading away. The entire palace rose a certain distance again, hovering above the sea level.

The once tightly closed gate had silently opened at some point, and a continuous stream of rich spiritual energy was wafting out from it, causing everyone and all the beasts present to feel the spiritual energy rushing towards them.

Through the open gate, you can see the garden inside, which is full of flowers.

Above the main gate is a plaque made of rare minerals, with three powerful characters on it: Luofeng Palace.

Clearly, the name "Luofeng" in Luofeng Secret Realm likely originates from this.

The scene was as if it had been paused, remaining silent for quite a while.

Immediately afterwards, the crowd and the beasts began to stir.

As the first impatient spirit beast lifted its foot and rushed into the door, more people and beasts reacted and acted in unison, rushing towards the gate with all their might.

In an instant, the entire scene, especially near the gate, descended into chaos. Everyone wanted to get in as soon as possible, as if those who went in first would surely receive the inheritance.

In the end, it's unclear who or which beast struck first, but everyone either drew their weapons, summoned spells, or relied on their thick hides to attack those around them.

War was imminent, and the three races were instantly embroiled in a fierce battle. In no time, casualties began to appear, with people falling into the sea and changing the color of the water, while the smell of blood intensified.

The moment the chaos began, Shushu and Luli guessed that a fight would break out, and they had already retreated a considerable distance without leaving a trace, so as to avoid being caught in the crossfire.

Seeing that they were fighting like this just for the order of entry, Shushu and Luli exchanged a glance, looking at each other blankly, not knowing what to say for a moment.

Fortunately, the chaos did not last long.

Upon realizing the situation was amiss, the leaders of the three races acted swiftly to stop them, pulling their own groups backward while simultaneously halting their advance.

Soon, the chaotic group was separated, and in front of the secret realm gate in the sky, apart from the three race leaders with dark faces, there were no other people or beasts.

Of course, there must have been some who had already sneaked in amidst the chaos, and naturally, they couldn't pull them out, so they had to reluctantly admit it.

Finally, under the suppression of these three powerful clans, the humans and beasts below dared not act recklessly anymore, and like quails, they began to line up to enter the arena.

Shushu and Luli also took the opportunity to quietly join the line of independent cultivators, waiting for their turn to go in.

As soon as he joined the queue, Shushu noticed that their group of independent cultivators was much smaller.

Smelling the faint scent of blood, Shushu subtly glanced at the group of rogue cultivators and the sect disciples in front of them.

Comparing the number of people with the approximate number they had noted down, Shushu and Luli exchanged a glance, both seeing the understanding in each other's eyes.

Clearly, compared to the disciples of major sects who have the confidence that their sects will secure opportunities for them to enter first, independent cultivators have to rely more on their own efforts.

Therefore, those who rushed to the gate of the secret realm at the first moment were mostly independent cultivators and inconspicuous small forces and sects, and most of the casualties were also from these groups.

Their idea was actually very simple: they wanted to rush into the secret realm before the major players could react, in order to obtain more resources.

After all, for independent cultivators and small forces with little real power, how to maximize resources and how to take shortcuts are essential lessons for almost everyone.

They were well aware of the dangers they would face by doing so.

But that's the reality. Since they have almost no advantage in resource allocation, they have no choice but to fight and grab for what they want.

Being a wandering cultivator is not easy; it's never just a saying.

Thinking of this, Shushu couldn't help but quietly move a few steps closer to Lu Li. Fortunately, she wasn't in that category; she had her master, uncles, brothers, sisters, and even the ancestor to back her up.

Just as Shushu's thoughts were drifting, she suddenly heard Lu Li's telepathic reminder: "Junior Sister, it's almost our turn. Remember to hold on tight to me."

In an instant, Shushu's thoughts returned, and he subconsciously reached out and grasped Lu Li's outstretched hand before looking ahead. He saw that there were only two or three people left in front of them.

Everyone entered very quickly. It only took two or three people a breath or two to get in before it was their turn. Shushu was carried by Lu Li to the gate of the secret realm.

The next moment, the senior and junior disciples stepped into the secret realm without hesitation.