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The shadow of death loomed over everyone's hearts, and the ambitions of the Ninth Underworld were glaringly evident. They sought to capture all the talented cultivators within the Eastern Extreme Secret Realm, which would undoubtedly deal a severe blow to the cultivation world of the World of Mortals. While it wouldn't lead to utter devastation, it could certainly create a brief period of weakness.
How long that period of weakness might last, and what the cultivators of the Ninth Underworld could accomplish during that time, was beyond anyone's imagination and impossible to predict.
At this moment, those trapped in the secret realm had no means to escape the battlefield or seek rescue. The only support they could rely on was themselves.
The four masters needed to find Gu Master and others; if not, they could gather all the cultivators from the World of Mortals who had entered the secret realm. Perhaps they could evade this calamity; otherwise, it seemed that Mingyue would face disaster.
The Azure Feather Monk looked at Yuda Zhi. Although Yuda Zhi did not appear to be a reliable person, he was nonetheless the most powerful among the four from the academy. If he did not step forward, they would have little say in matters; they had to rely on him.
Shaking his ample flesh, Yuda Zhi took out a unique Jade Token from the academy, which could sense his position within the sect. The token was a vibrant green with strange inscriptions engraved upon it, and several green dots flickered continuously. However, as soon as he took out the Jade Token and examined it closely, Yuda Zhi's expression changed dramatically, leaving the others bewildered.
"What happened?"
Tan Siyuan moved closer to look at the Jade Token but found nothing unusual.
After a long while, Yuda Zhi finally reacted, swallowing hard before saying, "One of the green dots is missing. Someone has fallen."
"Amitabha," sighed the Azure Feather Monk. He then urged, "Masters, please guide us quickly so we can gather our disciples and minimize losses."
"Understood."
Hearing the Azure Feather Monk's words, Yuda Zhi and Minghong agreed that each Major Sect should have its own methods to locate their members. Although they were unsure of the specifics, Coco urged everyone to unite quickly; it was best if they could avoid being scattered like Bu Luo.
A ghostly voice echoed in the ears of the four, as if it came from Youluo, yet it felt so close. The five of them huddled together, carefully surveying the vast expanse around them, wary of being ambushed.
This place was not suitable for lingering. They were in disarray, and Xiao Zhang had already mentioned that with those petty thieves around, they would not dare to act recklessly here.
Gao Hong exerted all his strength, coordinating with his two junior brothers to eliminate the five Nine Nether Cultivators before them, not even allowing himself a moment's rest. He urged his disciples to leave quickly.
"Is there a way for the senior brothers to find us?"
"Just follow the Primordial Pearl," he replied. "Let's go."
At this moment, the guardian of the Eastern Extreme Secret Realm prevented outsiders from gaining too much insight into the situation inside. The surface of a lake transformed into four smaller sections; although the view shrank, it allowed people to see various scenes, providing some temporary reassurance.
"I don't deny it," he thought, not having seen Xuanming Senior Brother. What could that mean?
What could he say? He had never witnessed the Chief Senior Brother's prowess. In such circumstances, even if everyone inside perished, the Chief Senior Brother would remain unharmed.
Chu Hantian comforted Wang Yu. The two were the last remaining members of Mok Ming Academy who had not entered the secret realm. They could not assist their fellow disciples and were uncertain whether they were fortunate or unfortunate.
"What about Tenglan Shixiong?"
Wang Yu was unaware of the specific circumstances inside and did not know that one person was missing, nor did he know who that person might be.
It should be quick to look, no Tenglan Shixiong.
Chu Hantian was about to say something when he saw a scene reflected on the surface of one of the lakes, showing Tenglan, known as Zhongshang.
The icy Azure Wave Vinewood Sword was soaked in blood, the chilling ice even solidifying the blood on the blade. In front of Tenglan, known as Zhongshang. stood two cultivators at the Foundation Establishment Stage, while behind them lay two corpses emanating the dark aura of the Ninth Underworld.
"Thank you for your timely assistance, senior. May I ask which Sect you belong to, esteemed Great Master?"
One of them expressed gratitude first and then hoped to receive the protection of Tenglan, known as Zhongshang.
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