"After a cultivator has completed his time in the secret realm, he must immediately leave it and spend more than ten years dissipating the Yin Qi lurking deep within his body."
When Xiang Sheng saw this, a hint of thought flashed in his eyes.
In this way, whether the secret realm is opened for ten years or one year, it is the same for the cultivators. The only difference is the order of entry.
After all, the number of Earth Yin Spirits is limited, and no matter how hard it is to kill, it cannot withstand a large number of people. If you go in too late, you may not even be able to drink a sip of soup.
Some thoughts flashed through his mind, and Xiang Sheng's gaze moved to the end of the jade slip, where a map of a secret realm was engraved.
The distribution of the outer periphery of the map is very clear, marking out several spirit gathering points of varying sizes, and indicating the range of spirit strength.
The further inward you go, the fewer spirit essence gathering points are marked, and the marked strength range is far less clear than the outer periphery.
The farthest part of the map is nothingness, and it is obvious that no one has explored there yet.
In addition, there is a line of small words on the side of the map.
"The stronger the spirit, the larger its body. Most of them have very dull five senses and no intelligence, making them easy to avoid. However, there is a rare red-gold spirit that is an exception!
I have only seen it once, and from a distance. This spirit is not only extremely fast and responsive, but also appears to have intelligence.
If you are unlucky enough to encounter one, you must be extremely cautious and handle it with care! "
Xiang Sheng put down the jade slip, his eyes clear.
There is a red-gold spirit blocking the way in this Hunyuan Secret Realm, and there is an assassination attempt by the Pantheon outside. It is a great opportunity, but also a great danger.
There will definitely be casualties among the disciples of the Wanmai Sword Sect who enter this time.
But there is no immortal in the practice of Taoism.
She could only do her best, and the rest depended on their luck.
Thinking of this, she took out a blank jade slip, compared it with the memories of the three people about the Hunyuan Secret Realm, and carefully added to it and recorded it.
The next day, news that the Hunyuan Secret Realm was about to open spread within the Sword Sect.
Although it is one of the three major sects, the Wanmai Sword Sect cannot possibly force all the disciples below the Spirit Transformation Stage into the secret realm.
Since the number of people is limited, we have to choose the best, so the selection competition is arranged in full swing.
Three days later, three thousand inner disciples, five hundred core disciples, and sixty true disciples emerged from the competition.
That afternoon, all the selected disciples received not only elixirs to clear away negative energy, but also two jade slips, one old and one new.
At the same time, in the inner hall of the Water Sword Vein.
Patriarch Wen Ling returned the newly made jade slip to his disciple Zhou Ying, looked at the disciples standing respectfully in front of the hall, and spoke solemnly:
"The map of the secret realm contained in the newly crafted jade slip is much more detailed than the original. This item concerns your life, so you must remember it. Do you understand?"
"Disciple understands."
The disciples in front of the hall looked solemn and responded in unison.
"That's great."
Wen Ling waved his hand. "I won't say anything else. Whether it's the opportunity or your life, it's all yours. Just do it according to your ability. Go down."
Zhou Ying, you stay."
Upon hearing this, all the disciples bowed and left, leaving only Zhou Ying behind.
Zhou Ying looked at her master, blinked, and asked, "Master, are you worried?"
Wen Ling shook his head: "You are well-reasoned in your actions, much more careful than your Senior Sister Bi Zhao. Why should I be worried?
The reason I kept you here is to have you visit Wuming Peak."
When Zhou Ying heard the words "Nameless Peak", her eyes lit up instantly: "Master, what are your instructions?"
Ever since her master said that her grandfather's identity needed to be concealed and that she shouldn't have much contact with him, she hadn't been to Nameless Peak for a long time.
Seeing her reaction, Wen Ling smiled slightly, and without revealing anything, he continued, "This time, two disciples from Wuming Peak are also heading to the Hunyuan Secret Realm.
They are alone and will go with you. Go and take them over and get them acquainted with the inner sect disciples."
Wen Ling paused, then softened her tone, "We won't leave until early tomorrow morning, so it's okay for you to stay a little longer."
"Yes, Master!"
Zhou Ying responded respectfully, looking up with an expression of excitement that he could not hide.
Wen Ling laughed dumbly upon seeing this and waved his hand: "Go ahead."
…
Zhou Ying flew to the Nameless Peak, and before she could even stand firmly on the ground, she saw her grandfather Yao Ziyi smiling at her from a distance.
She was greatly surprised, and she jumped in front of Yao Ziyi in three or two steps, blurting out: "Grandfather..."
After saying two words, Zhou Ying realized something and quickly covered her mouth.
Yao Ziyi immediately smiled: "There are no outsiders on the mountain, you can call me whatever you want."
Zhou Ying immediately relaxed and put her arm around Yao Ziyi affectionately, "How's Grandfather these days?"
“I feel very comfortable in the mountains.”
Yao Ziyi led Zhou Ying inside and said, "I'll take you to see Xiaoliu and Xiaoqi first. You've seen them before in the Demon Sea."
Zhou Ying nodded gently: "Granddaughter remembers."
During the fierce battle outside the Twin Kings City, Li Xiaoliu spared no effort in killing the enemies. Senior Sister Bi Zhao even said that Li Xiaoliu saved her life.
As for the youngest of the seven disciples, Shen Xiang, she had only met him once in the city after the war was pacified, and the impression she had of him was far less profound than that of Li Xiaoliu.
Thinking of this, Zhou Ying's expression suddenly became awkward, and she asked in a low voice: "Grandfather, they weren't here when I came here before. How should I address them now?"
Although Li Xiaoliu and Shen Xiang were not as old or as advanced as her, they were, after all, her grandfather's junior brothers and sisters, and their seniority was there...
When Yao Ziyi heard this, he was stunned for a moment, and then he couldn't help laughing.
Zhou Ying's face flushed from laughter. "Don't just laugh. What should I call my granddaughter?"
Before she finished speaking, the window of a wooden house not far away suddenly opened, and a round head popped out: "Hey, isn't this my eldest niece's daughter?"
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