Chapter 729
I Can See Through Everything – Chapter 729
Chapter 729: Dire Situation, Vast Immortal Palace
“You want to seize the token in my hand?”
The middle-aged man in the purple dragon robe stared coldly, his eyes filled with icy fury.
Behind him, the members of his clan all wore the same expression of outrage.
These people actually dared to rob them?
“That’s right,” a cold voice came from the red flying boat opposite. “Your Great Yuan Immortal Clan has long declined. You’re unworthy of holding a token to enter the Gui Xu Secret Realm. If you don’t wish to die, hand over the token. Otherwise, this starry sky will be your grave.”
Voices echoed from two other flying boats as well.
“Hand it over, or we’ll leave no trace of your corpses!”
The surrounding forces, seeing this scene, immediately revealed amused and watchful expressions.
Some, however, felt a flicker of greed rise in their hearts.
Most of the powers gathered here didn’t even possess a token.
They had come merely to witness the once-in-a-hundred-thousand-years appearance of the legendary secret realm—and to see if they could form temporary alliances with those who did possess tokens, hoping to buy their way into the exploration.
Others, darker in heart, had come simply to wait for those powers to emerge from the secret realm… so they could slaughter them and take their spoils.
Thus, those still lingering outside the great formation were largely such opportunistic or predatory factions.
Seeing the Great Yuan Immortal Clan being blocked, many cultivators’ expressions shifted subtly.
If memory served, that clan had long fallen into decline—its territories fractured and its power scattered.
They didn’t even have a single expert above the Nascent Soul Realm left; all they controlled now was a single world of the Great Yuan, and barely at that.
A fallen Immortal Clan like that… even if something were to happen to them, who would speak on their behalf?
“Good. Very good!”
The middle-aged man in the purple dragon robe laughed in fury.
As the other sects possessing tokens were already entering the Star River Formation while his own clan was stopped outside—and as more and more ill intent gathered around them—he immediately realized that if he didn’t show some power, these vultures would tear them apart alive.
At once, a terrifying aura burst forth from his body.
Drawing on the power of the formation inscribed into his flying boat, he conjured a massive purple palm that smashed forward.
“How dare you! So your Great Yuan Immortal Clan seeks annihilation!”
The expert on the red flying boat glared coldly—but the next moment, his face changed dramatically.
The incoming purple palm carried a might far beyond expectation.
“Impossible! You’ve reached the Ninth Tribulation of the Nascent Soul?!”
Horror filled his heart as he sensed that power—it clearly surpassed the Eighth Tribulation.
Panicking, he hurriedly gathered all the strength from his own flying boat, forming a fiery red palm to meet it head-on.
Boom!
The two colossal palms collided in the starry void, releasing a world-shaking explosion.
But the fiery red palm lasted barely a few breaths before it shattered beneath the might of the purple one. The purple palm then crashed down on the red flying boat.
With a thunderous roar, the entire vessel was flung backward, fragments scattering across the void like meteorites.
In one strike, the red flying boat was nearly destroyed. Its internal formations shattered, and the cultivators aboard were all injured, blood surging wildly.
Everyone watching was stunned.
Especially when the red-boat expert had cried out “Ninth Tribulation Nascent Soul”—that single phrase silenced the void.
A Ninth Tribulation powerhouse!
That was a supreme existence, far beyond anyone present.
So the Great Yuan Immortal Clan still possessed such a figure?
“Hmph. Count yourselves lucky to live.”
The man in the purple dragon robe didn’t press his advantage after that one devastating strike.
To utterly destroy a flying boat and slaughter its crew was no easy feat.
That blow had relied on a clan treasure—something he couldn’t afford to use again so lightly.
Besides, they had already lost too much time. Those with tokens had mostly entered the formation ahead of them.
If they delayed any further, all the opportunities within would be taken.
Suppressing his fury, he steered the dragon-headed flying boat toward the Star River Formation.
For now, entering the Gui Xu Secret Realm came first.
Still, he silently marked down every force that had dared block their way.
Once the Great Yuan Immortal Clan rose again, those would be the first he destroyed—to wash away today’s humiliation.
Seeing the dragon-headed vessel fly toward the formation, no one dared stop them again.
After all, that was a Ninth Tribulation Nascent Soul cultivator!
Unless a cultivator at the Dao Integration Realm appeared, such a being was untouchable.
A few observers, however, harbored doubts—feeling that the earlier purple palm lacked the true oppressive might of a Ninth Tribulation expert.
Even so, none dared provoke the Great Yuan Immortal Clan again.
The dragon-headed flying boat entered the Star River Formation without further obstruction.
Though they had lost time and fallen behind, they were at least safe.
Still, every member of the Great Yuan Immortal Clan was weighed down with unease.
It was an ill omen—their expedition had begun poorly.
Yet they pressed on.
Soon, more than a dozen starships were racing through the vast formation, one after another.
And far ahead of them all—was Lu Qing.
“So all those flying boats were waiting for the Gui Xu Secret Realm to appear?” Lu Qing thought silently, as the Void Flying Boat carried him deeper.
He had entered the formation immediately upon emerging from the void, without seeing what transpired outside.
But even in that instant, he had sensed the immense power emanating from dozens of those flying vessels—some so strong they made his heart tremble.
And yet he’d charged in before all of them, under countless watching eyes.
He could easily imagine how furious those experts must be.
Already, he could sense several powerful auras closing in behind him, filled with killing intent.
“Void Flying Boat… you’ve really landed me in trouble this time,” Lu Qing muttered bitterly.
Had he been alone, he wouldn’t have cared much.
With his many life-saving means—and his Divine Soul Imprint anchored in his home world’s source—he could resurrect even if he died here.
But this time, Xiaoli was with him.
If he died, she would perish too. That was something he could never allow.
He reached into the Qiankun One Qi Bag and sensed the Secret Realm Stone Tablet left by that great existence of the Wu Clan.
It responded—but could not activate.
It was as if something here severed its link to the Trial Secret Realm.
“So this Star River Formation can even block spatial transmission from a Secret Realm Stone Tablet… meaning that the Daoist of Transcendence who created the Gui Xu Secret Realm is at least as powerful as that great existence of the Wu Clan.”
Realizing the tablet was useless, Lu Qing knew he had no retreat.
No matter what, he could not abandon Xiaoli.
“Looks like I’ll have to fight my way through.”
Determination flashed in his eyes as countless thoughts raced through his mind.
He recalled the auras he had sensed earlier before entering the formation.
“The strongest were on the leading few ships,” he mused. “Among them, one aura was sharp—like a sword… that’s it! Sword intent!”
“That sword intent—it was Heaven-Shattering Sword Intent!”
A spark of realization lit up his mind.
Yes—among the foremost ships, one emanated a mighty sword aura he recognized at once.
Though slightly different from his own comprehension, it was undeniably the Heaven-Shattering Sword Intent.
“Could that be the Heaven-Shattering Sword Sect? So the legacy of the Daoist ‘Heaven-Shatterer’ truly survived… If that’s the case…”
A plan formed quickly in his heart.
He began to alter his own aura.
Soon, a faint trace of sword intent flickered around him—the same type of Heaven-Shattering Sword Intent.
Once his disguise was complete, Lu Qing turned his attention to his surroundings.
All around, the void was filled with swirling black vortices—each radiating a deadly, terrifying aura.
He understood instantly: even with his body’s resilience, if he were drawn into one of those, he would perish without a trace.
Fortunately, the Void Flying Boat seemed recognized by the formation; the black vortices parted before it, allowing smooth passage.
Ahead, a massive vortex loomed in the distance—and within it, the faint shadow of an Immortal Palace shimmered.
Lu Qing activated his spiritual powers to observe it, but the image was too vast, too profound—his sight could glean nothing.
Before he could try again, the Void Flying Boat plunged straight into the giant vortex.
The world spun wildly.
When his vision cleared, he found himself standing upon an immense jade-paved plaza.
Before him towered a majestic Immortal Palace that seemed to pierce the heavens—radiating endless might.
The Void Flying Boat shrank back into a silver miniature and landed softly in his palm.
He stored it away, then surveyed his surroundings.
“So this is the Gui Xu Secret Realm… and these are top-grade Spirit Jades?”
He bent down to examine the plaza beneath his feet and was astonished.
Every single tile was made of top-grade Spirit Jade.
The plaza itself stretched as far as the eye could see—at least the size of a province back in his home world.
An entire province paved with Spirit Jade…
The sheer wealth was unimaginable.
Truly worthy of being a Secret Realm crafted by a Daoist of Transcendence.
But Lu Qing also sensed that powerful formations covered the entire plaza.
If anyone dared to dig up even a single jade slab, the retaliatory force would crush even a Nascent Soul expert instantly.
He also noticed the very space of this realm—it was incomparably solid, far more so than that of the Wu Clan’s trial realm.
Even he felt its pressure.
That realization, however, brought him joy.
In such a stable space, even Nascent Soul cultivators would struggle to perform spatial movement.
That was to his advantage.
His own cultivation was only at the First Tribulation of the Nascent Soul; he hadn’t yet grasped the Laws of Space.
If no one could use spatial teleportation, then the playing field was far more even.
“Flight is forbidden here too?”
Looking toward the grand Immortal Palace ahead, he could sense an invisible oppressive force from above.
He immediately understood—the secret realm did not permit flight.
To defy that rule would surely provoke a terrifying backlash.
He wasn’t surprised.
He had seen similar restrictions in the Wu Clan’s Trial Secret Realm.
It seemed these supreme beings disliked seeing others fly freely through the worlds they created—perhaps a reflection of the creator’s will.
After studying the palace for some time, Lu Qing couldn’t discern much from its exterior, so he turned his attention outward.
Surrounding the main palace were other structures, each radiating great power, though far less than the central one.
After some thought, Lu Qing began running toward the nearest building.
The realm’s space was dense and heavy, and since flight was prohibited, he could only move on foot.
Still, with his body’s strength, his speed was impressive.
As he neared the structure, a sudden ripple spread through the space behind him.
Turning back, Lu Qing saw a group of powerful figures in black-and-white Daoist robes materialize at the spot he had just left.
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