Not far from the cave entrance, a young man was lying on the ground covered in blood, like a puddle of mud.
His clothes were tattered and his body was covered with hideous wounds. Blood kept flowing out of the wounds, staining a large area of the ground beneath him red.
Blood foam was still gushing out of his mouth, and he was breathing less and more.
Ye Chen frowned, and in a flash, he came to the side of the young man.
He swept his divine sense over the young man and couldn't help but shake his head secretly.
The young man's meridians were broken and his internal organs were shattered. There was no way to save him.
"well!"
Ye Chen sighed softly.
In this bloody secret realm, opportunities and crises coexist.
If one wants to find the chance to become a saint here and seize the illusory Hongmeng purple energy, casualties are inevitable.
Every genius who sets foot here is probably already prepared to fall at any time.
Ye Chen looked at the young man's painful expression, pointed his finger, and a gentle spiritual power flowed into the young man's body, slightly alleviating his pain.
"Ye...Ye...Ye Supreme!"
After being nourished by Ye Chen's spiritual power, the young man's distracted eyes seemed to regain a bit of clarity.
He opened his eyes with difficulty and saw Ye Chen's face clearly. Blood foamed from his mouth and he uttered a few unclear words.
"Alas, you are too badly injured. I can't save you."
Ye Chen shook his head helplessly and told the truth.
“No… no…”
The young man seemed to have used up all his strength and his eyes were anxious.
"The ancient... the ancient tribe... are... in the secret realm... surrounding and killing us... surrounding and killing us!"
He spoke the shocking news in a halting and difficult manner.
"What?"
Upon hearing this, Ye Chen frowned and a cold light flashed in his eyes.
He knew that after a large number of geniuses poured into the Blood Nether Secret Realm, the Ancient Clan would use underhanded tactics to assassinate the geniuses and prevent them from obtaining the Hongmeng Purple Qi.
However, no one expected that the ancient clan would dare to defy the world and openly hunt down the geniuses of the fairy world.
Ye Chen once again injected a strong spiritual power into the young man's body, holding on to his last breath.
"Tell me in detail!" Ye Chen said in a deep voice.
The young man regained his spirits a little, and finally managed to take a breath, and recounted what happened in the secret realm in a fragmented manner.
Just half a month ago, the ancient clan sent a large number of powerful Immortal Emperors to frantically hunt down the geniuses from the Immortal Realm who entered the Bloody Secret Realm.
The geniuses from the immortal world who entered the secret realm were all at levels between the Golden Immortal Realm and the Immortal Venerable Realm, and were no match for the Immortal Emperor.
Countless geniuses in the immortal world died tragically on the spot while being hunted by the Immortal Emperor.
This young man managed to escape from a siege by chance, but unfortunately he was seriously injured and eventually succumbed.
After he finished speaking, the light in the young man's eyes dimmed, his head tilted, and he fell completely silent.
Ye Chen looked at the young man who died with his eyes open, his expression extremely cold.
"What an ancient clan!"
A bone-chilling chill spread from his body, freezing the air around him into frost.
But Ye Chen also knew that the ancient clan had a deep foundation, and with his current strength he could not completely destroy the ancient clan.
It doesn't even pose much of a threat to the ancient clan.
"I just hope that those geniuses who have entered the secret realm can unite and fight against the hunting of the ancient clan."
"Otherwise, this Bloody Mysterious Realm will probably become the burial place of the immortal world's geniuses."
Ye Chen sighed lightly. If they were scattered, they would be defeated one by one by the ancient clan. If they united, there would still be a glimmer of hope.
He waved his sleeves, and a surge of spiritual power burst out, burying the young man's body on the spot.
Ye Chen turned into a streak of light and disappeared at the entrance of the cave, heading in the direction that the young man pointed before his death.
Not long after, he arrived above a valley, and a strong smell of blood hit him in the face.
Ye Chen frowned and landed at the entrance of the valley. The scene before him made the murderous intent in his heart surge again.
The valley was in a mess.
There were more than a dozen corpses lying on the ground, their deaths were miserable and their limbs were mutilated.
Ye Chen judged from their clothes that these people were geniuses from the immortal world who entered the Bloody Secret Realm to seek opportunities.
Ye Chen clenched his fists, the anger in his heart threatening to explode at any moment.
"Ancient Clan..."
These geniuses all came here in pursuit of that glimmer of hope of becoming a saint. Now they did not die in the dangerous secret areas, but died tragically at the hands of the ancient clan.
Ye Chen squatted down and carefully examined the corpses, trying to find a trace of the person who attacked.
As long as he finds a trace of the other party's breath, Ye Chen can follow the clues, find the bastards of the ancient clan, and kill them one by one.
However, this group of people from the ancient tribe were extremely cautious. All traces at the scene were cleaned up thoroughly, leaving no trace of the attackers.
Even when Ye Chen activated the Heavenly Dao Pearl in his body, he did not sense any residual breath.
"These bastards from the ancient clan are quite cautious!"
Ye Chen cursed inwardly, his face a little gloomy.
"If I can't find your scent, does that mean I can't find you either?"
Ye Chen snorted coldly, turned into a stream of light and disappeared into the valley.
He began a carpet search in the Bloody Secret Realm.
However, the Bloody Secret Realm is too vast.
Several days passed, and Ye Chen flew over countless mountains, rivers and streams, but he did not see any trace of cultivators from the ancient clan, let alone a genius from the fairy world.
Ye Chen stopped at the top of a steep and isolated peak, his brows furrowed, his thoughts racing.
"This isn't a solution after all," he muttered to himself.
"The Bloody Mysterious Realm is vast and boundless. There are no clues. Finding those bastards of the ancient clan depends on luck."
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