Chapter 200: Are Lesser Beings Like You Even Worthy of Such Treasures?
“To think... the fourth token was actually in Brother Li’s hands.”
The Third Princess of the Great Zhou smiled gracefully. A token shimmered into her palm as she continued,
“I have one as well. Once we enter the Great Strength Divine Demon Sect, how about we work together?”
As she spoke, she cast a glance at Qin Xueyi. The woman’s face remained cold and unreadable, offering no response.
The princess didn’t seem to mind and added with a soft smile, “If Brother Li agrees to cooperate with me, I wouldn’t mind giving you my token.”
The tokens of the Great Strength Divine Demon Sect were primarily used to unlock the sect’s inheritance. And while they weren’t single-use items, possessing all four was the key.
With all four tokens in hand, one could open the path to the inheritance at any time. However, after today, whatever treasures the sect held would likely be picked clean. All that would remain would be an empty shell of its former glory.
Individually, the value might not seem that great… but for a sect? That was another story entirely.
It could be used to cultivate rare spiritual herbs, or even relocate an entire sect inside. With its secrecy and defenses, it could easily become a hidden sanctuary.
Of course, this all depended on whether the inheritance left behind by the Divine Might Demon truly had value. If the four tokens unlocked nothing more than an ordinary space, then all this effort would be pointless.
“Sounds fair,” Li Xun replied with a nod.
With a wave of his hand, the token in his palm turned into a streak of light, embedding itself into the stone gate beneath the divine mountain.
Seeing his movement, two others stepped forward.
One was a young man from the Spirit Clan. The other shone with a radiant golden light, like a miniature sun—his aura overwhelming and divine.
According to the information Li Xun had gathered, this man was likely a high-ranking member of the demon race…
Possibly even a prince of the Golden Crow Clan.
Li Xun silently took note of both their auras. He still didn’t know what secrets the Great Strength Divine Demon Sect’s inheritance held, but it probably wasn’t anything ordinary.
After all, it was the legacy of an ancient sect, and at the very least, it contained a hidden space—just the foundation alone was worth something.
Soon, the Profound Sun Holy Land would relocate to the Savage Mountain Range. Neither Li Xun, the Holy Lord, nor the Grand Elder would ever allow an uncontrollable secret realm to exist right next door to their new home.
Buzz—!
All four tokens clicked into place on the stone gate.
A strange energy rippled through the air. The divine mountain trembled, sending boulders cascading down in all directions. Dust and debris soared into the sky like a sandstorm.
Through the rising cloud of dust, the tightly sealed stone gate began to part, slowly revealing a crack.
And the moment that crack opened, an overwhelming wave of spiritual fragrance burst out like sunlight, flooding the area in a tidal wave of scent.
Everyone present felt their minds reel. The aroma was so rich, so potent, it was almost intoxicating.
This kind of herbal fragrance… was practically unheard of in the world.
Shock spread across every face. With that kind of scent in the air, there could be no doubt—countless spirit herbs lay hidden within the sect.
And not just any herbs…
This was an ancient inheritance. Even the most ordinary herbs inside would’ve been growing undisturbed for countless years.
At this point, even a basic herb could hold enough medicinal power to tempt a Saint Realm cultivator.
RUMBLE—!
The stone gate continued to open, revealing not just a secret realm—but a chance to rewrite fate.
A deafening rumble echoed through the air, growing louder and louder. Finally, after a full quarter of an hour, the massive stone gates creaked open under the watchful gaze of the crowd.
And the moment the gates fully opened, countless powerful spiritual senses surged outward, sweeping into the space beyond the gate like invisible waves of energy.
Under the probing power of their senses, what they saw inside was astonishing.
A vast, boundless world.
Towering divine peaks, lush vegetation, even the most ordinary wild grasses pulsed with spiritual vitality.
Ancient spirit birds—long thought extinct—soared freely through the mountain valleys.
This wasn’t just a secret realm.
This was an entire miniature world.
“A holy herb!” someone suddenly cried out.
Not far from the gate, nestled in a crack in the stone, was a spirit herb over a foot tall. Its twisted stalk looked like the spine of an ancient dragon, marked by the passage of countless years.
Beneath its deep green leaves hung seven or eight crimson fruits, pulsing with vitality.
The overwhelming medicinal aroma from earlier?
This herb was likely the main source.
Its grade might not be high by standard classification, but its age alone had elevated it to the realm of holy herb. Even the lowest-ranked herb, after growing for so many centuries, could reach such heights.
“The legends were true… The inheritance of an ancient sect… I might actually live longer!”
An old man with a mane of white hair let out a hearty laugh.
With a flash of divine light, he bolted toward the gate. Despite his age, his aura was powerful—he had reached the peak of the Life and Death Realm.
But his body had already reached its limit. Without intervention, he would soon succumb to age and pass on. If he could obtain that spirit herb…
He might just defy fate and cheat death.
Just as he was about to step through the gate—
BOOM!
A massive hand descended from the sky, shrouded in divine pressure like the very hand of the heavens itself. It clamped around the old man without mercy.
CRACK!
With a casual squeeze, the old man—a peak Life and Death Realm expert—was crushed into mist. Just like that.
“And you think you are worthy of such a treasure?”
A cold voice echoed through the air.
A man stepped forth, walking on air. His sleeves fluttered, his gaze sharp and dismissive.
A powerhouse at the Divine Palace Realm.
He materialized from the void and strode into the newly opened realm.
With a single motion, he plucked the holy herb—roots and all—and sealed it inside a jade box.
“That's an elder from the Primordial Holy Land!”
“Primordial Holy Land? That place is thousands of miles away! They came all the way here for this?”
“This confirms it—the reappearance of the Great Strength Divine Demon Sect is an even bigger deal than we thought.”
“And it’s not just the Primordial Holy Land. Rumor has it that other major forces sent their Holy Lords and Emperors as well.”
“Damn... I thought this would be a battle for the younger generation. But clearly, the old monsters are stepping in too.”
“Well, think about it—a complete inheritance from an ancient sect? Who wouldn’t be tempted? Just the value of these spirit herbs alone is enough to drive people mad.”
After witnessing that brutal display, those with weaker cultivation began to hesitate.
With beings like Holy Lords and Emperors taking the field, what chance did ordinary cultivators have?
Especially rogue cultivators—their odds of survival were practically zero.
“Brother Li, I’ll be heading in as well,” said the Crown Prince of the Great Zhou Empire with a meaningful glance at the Third Princess. He smiled and added,
“When we come back out, should the need arise—I’ll lend you a hand.”
The implication was obvious.
The four tokens were embedded in the gate now. But once the trials inside were over, there would no doubt be a battle over who got to keep them. Originally, each token had an owner.
But after this was over… who the tokens belonged to would be up for grabs.
“In that case,” Li Xun replied calmly, “I’ll thank Brother Ji in advance.”