The enormous roar was caused unilaterally by the spell cast by Zhenru.
Those uniform slogans seemed to have never existed.
No, they exist, but the "people" who made those sounds vanished into thin air like fragments of light.
The images vanished too quickly, catching Zhenru off guard. Her attention was focused on the attack, and she didn't fully see the true nature of those light feathers.
What are those things?
Are these spirits born from this place?
Or perhaps it's the consciousness of those who once entered the ancient secret realm and were buried here, unwilling to fade away?
Or is it...?
Zhenru glanced around the area again, looking at the broken walls and ruins, imagining the magnificent grandeur of its former glory, and another guess came to her mind.
Before Zhenru could find a way to confirm her guess, the unified chanting rang out behind her again.
The sound came suddenly, and Zhenru launched an attack without saying a word.
Now that some other guesses had formed in her mind, Zhenru realized, once she calmed down, that beneath the deafening shouts lay only boundless fighting spirit, but not much dangerous killing intent.
As Zhenru cautiously formed a hand seal, his first instinct upon turning around was not to unleash an attack, but to look up at the source of the sound.
Sure enough, three zhang away from Zhenru, rows of neat, transparent "people" stared blankly ahead, each holding their weapons high and shouting:
"war!!!"
"war!!!"
"war!!!"
"..."
Those "people" were all wearing armor, and it was clear at a glance that they were not ordinary cultivators.
To be precise, it's obvious at a glance that he's not a cultivator from the lower realms.
Although those shadows have been worn down over countless years and are now almost transparent and nearly non-aggressive, Zhenru can still sense their former power.
A person with such great strength is dressed in neat armor, like an ordinary soldier in the mortal world, waiting for the general's orders.
Zhenru's attack stopped.
Zhenru knew that it didn't matter whether the attack stopped or not, but for some reason she felt that she shouldn't make a big fuss about those afterimages.
It wasn't that she didn't want to waste her energy; she simply didn't want to.
If Zhenru remained still, neither did the afterimages; only the deafening shouts persisted.
But it didn't ring for very long.
In less than the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea, the unified shouts weakened, and the afterimages gradually faded and disappeared.
It was as if he could finally breathe a sigh of relief. It turned out that these afterimages and shouts would appear on their own every now and then, and then disappear on their own.
In that case, her previous attack suddenly seemed a bit foolish.
Fortunately, there was no one else here, so it didn't matter whether he was stupid or not, Zhenru thought to himself, trying to find some humor in his misery.
The moment this thought crossed Zhenru's mind, a slightly mocking chuckle rang out from not far away.
As Zhenru looked up, she saw a figure fall from a withered tree.
It was as light as a fallen leaf, if only that tree had no leaves.
"I wonder which realm you belong to, fellow cultivator, that you have such a voyeuristic fetish."
The moment Zhenru let out a light laugh, she had already created distance, and her hands simultaneously completed the hand seals at an incredibly fast speed.
As soon as the person opposite makes the slightest movement, Zhenru's two-handed magic will rush towards them.
The person who drifted to the ground had originally been hiding in a withered tree, watching the spectacle with great interest.
Seeing that Zhenru had not noticed him and that Zhenru's aura carried a sense of impending annihilation, he assumed that the other party was probably not strong enough and did not take him seriously.
As soon as he landed, the cold-faced female cultivator he had thought was nothing special not only pulled away at an unimaginable speed, but her skill in forming hand seals also amazed him.
It's not that I haven't seen people who can form hand seals; for the chosen ones who can enter the ancient secret realm, this isn't difficult if they're willing.
The key is the speed and fluidity of her hand gestures, mimicking the movements of her left and right hands, as if they belonged to two different people.
"Hey, fellow Daoist! Let's talk this out. I meant no harm."
To increase the credibility of his words, the man raised his hands and opened his palms as he spoke, indicating complete openness.
Zhenru scanned the area with her divine sense and, seeing that the other party indeed had no intention of fighting, she half-believingly dispersed the hand seals.
"So, you've come out at this time because you have something to say?"
The man was quite outgoing; seeing that Zhenru had dispersed her magic, he smiled, lowered his hands, took two steps to Zhenru's side, and gave her a greeting as a peer:
"Qin Yue, of the Solid Spirit Realm!"
"The world of the sun is really like this."
Upon hearing the other party introduce themselves, Zhenru also gave a perfunctory bow, but her eyes were signaling for the other party to state their purpose directly.
To everyone's surprise, Qin Yue, who had been all smiles, suddenly became strange after Zhenru introduced herself. His eyes, after a brief moment of confusion, turned into a look of inquiry and... sympathy.
Even if you don't understand the origin of the other person's expression, it's not entirely impossible to guess.
Especially before entering the ancient secret realm, Zhenru had made some bold guesses, and now this person's reaction further confirms those guesses, which are probably all true.
Zhenru remained expressionless, a faint smile playing on her lips, and said frankly:
"Fellow Daoist Qin Yue's expression suggests he may have some knowledge of the Sun Realm, or perhaps he has some knowledge of the cultivators there?"
The two are from different realms and are complete strangers. Apart from these two possibilities, it can't be that he has studied her, right?
A hint of embarrassment flashed across Qin Yue's face, but seeing that Zhenru didn't seem angry or embarrassed, his embarrassment quickly dissipated, and he resumed talking.
"I apologize, it's not that I'm making a fuss, it's just that the situation of cultivators from the Sun Realm in the ancient secret realm... is indeed somewhat different."
Just like that, a mere raise of an eyebrow, and here it comes!
As expected, the records of the Sun Realm are very secretive about the ancient secret realm, but they are probably extremely detailed about other realms. They even took advantage of the opportunity of the ancient secret realm to record the rising stars of various realms in the lower realms.
Zhenru continued to ask, following Qin Yue's lead:
"What's the difference? We're all going to the ancient secret realm, aren't we all aiming for the same thing?"
Qin Yue's expression towards Zhenru was even more complicated, showing not only sympathy but also some indignation at the injustice.
"If we're talking about cultivators from other realms, their purpose in entering the ancient secret realm is naturally the same, but the purpose of cultivators from the Sun Realm... is really hard to say."
“When cultivators from other realms come to the ancient secret realm, it is a special privilege given to the chosen ones by each realm, and it is also a way for them to cultivate their own strength in advance in the Immortal Spirit Realm.”
"And it seems that you cultivators from the Sun Realm enter the ancient secret realm with only one purpose..."
As he said this, Qin Yue took two steps closer to Zhenru, his gaze on her face becoming even more probing.
As Zhenru reflexively took two steps back, a flash of impatience crossing her brow, she uttered two words:
"Seeking death!"
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