Wan Lei and Fang Xiaoyu sat on a hillside, their eyes unfocused, gazing at the calm lake.
"I think, this time, Huo Liuli is coming for me."
Wan Lei finally spoke.
Just moments ago, they had gathered intelligence on the major powers involved.
The leaders of the nine major forces were all at the Mahayana stage, and with the addition of some rogue cultivators, the number of Mahayana stage powerhouses alone had reached fifteen.
This was almost unprecedented.
Moreover, the Huo family had sent Huo Liuli this time, and Wan Lei could feel Huo Liuli’s hostile and hateful gaze without even turning his head.
"This time, we must be prepared and strive to leave Huo Liuli’s life in the Water Immortal Secret Realm."
"Mmm, I know that, but I'm considering something else. Before, in the Golden Immortal Secret Realm, when the system summoned the Rain Calling for us, it said to study it well, that this divine ability would be useful for comprehension in the Water Immortal Secret Realm. I wonder what that means."
"I don't know either."
Fang Xiaoyu condensed a drop of purple rain in her hand, feeling the aura of annihilation and dissipation. It was as if this drop of water represented all calamities in the world.
"This thing seems to be absolutely opposed to vitality from birth. It has no energy and doesn't consume anything, but when it lands on my hand, I can feel my vitality slowly fading away."
"It is irreconcilable with vitality. Where it exists, vitality is not allowed to exist. Similarly, you can force this drop of water out of your body and eliminate it by using vital energy or other living energies.
It's the same principle, everything in the world is relative."
No longer dwelling on this issue, Wan Lei pointed to the lake.
"The entrance to the Wood Immortal Secret Realm is on a lush hillside, the entrance to the Golden Immortal Secret Realm is a metallic technological creation, and the entrance to the Water Immortal Secret Realm is in the water.
Then what about the Fire Immortal Secret Realm? Will it be in fire?"
"It's a volcanic lava vent."
"Then what about the Earth Immortal Secret Realm? Dig a hole and bury ourselves?"
"Pfft, by your logic, would the Ghost Immortal Secret Realm have to capture a ghost to swallow everyone? What kind of logic is that?"
Fang Xiaoyu rolled her eyes and then lay down on the ground.
"This time, no one is following us. What about Man Yaoyao? They are so weak, can they protect her?"
Young Master Lei looked at Fang Xiaoyu as if she were a monster. He simply couldn't understand how anyone in the world could be friends with Man Yaoyao, except for Fang Xiaoyu.
But in reality, their relationship was truly good, and Fang Xiaoyu genuinely cared about Man Yaoyao. Young Master Lei was utterly perplexed.
"Let's worry about ourselves first. I have a premonition that this time, the dog immortal will still target us."
"Pfft, scumbag, you don't care about Man Yaoyao at all, despite her sincere affection for you."
...
How could I dare to care in front of you?
"Everyone in the Quan Lei Feng Realm can see that we are being targeted by the secret realm. Do you still need a premonition? Think carefully about how to deal with the secret realm, and those enemies who are eyeing us greedily. You are truly first-class at offending people."
"What's there to think about? We only have this much skill, and we don't know anything about what kind of world is inside. So we'll face the soldiers with arms and the water with earth. What else can we do?"
...
In the distance, Huo Liuli occasionally cast glances at Wan Lei and Fang Xiaoyu, a cold smile on his lips.
In the Liu family's team, several gazes were also filled with ill intent.
In the Kaitian Sword Sect's team, a sinister and hateful gaze was fixed on the two figures on the hillside in the distance.
"Wan Lei, if I don't make you die in the Water Immortal Secret Realm this time, I, Jian Xunhuan, will not be a man!"
Also in the Kaitian Sword Sect's team, not far from Jian Xunhuan, Qi Xiaoxiao looked at Jian Xunhuan, then at Huo Liuli, and finally towards the Liu family. He touched his chin.
This prodigy, also from Qishan County, was considered quite strong in the Kaitian Sword Sect. However, compared to Wan Lei, he was far inferior. When people mentioned Qishan County, the first person they thought of was Wan Lei, followed by Wan Liuchuan, Sui Xiaohang, and others. None of them were as famous as him, Qi Xiaoxiao.
But Qi Xiaoxiao didn't care about these things. He only wanted to kill Wan Lei.
He didn't know if his hatred for Wan Lei stemmed from jealousy, or because Wan Lei had forced the Qi family to surrender, making them a vassal.
In any case, he just hated him, hated him to the bone.
He stood up and walked towards the Huo family's area...
On the lake's surface, the young man fishing saw all this unfold. A strange smile appeared on his lips.
"Little Wan Lei, I heard you like hell-difficulty missions. Then this time, I, this venerable one, will play with you properly..."
Three days passed quickly.
During these three days, apart from Elder Fang Juifeng of the Fang family coming to persuade them not to enter the secret realm, no one else came to disturb them.
Many people looked at them as if they were plague gods.
Wan Lei and Fang Xiaoyu were unfazed, waiting for the Water Immortal Secret Realm to open.
Finally, the calm water surface began to churn.
The wind appeared out of nowhere, stirring the water. The waves splashed onto those around them, but without causing any harm.
In the center of the lake, a vortex gradually formed, its depths unfathomable. All the lake water surged towards it.
Everyone held their breath, watching the vortex intently.
Finally, the usually fearless and sharp Kaitian Sword Sect made the first move, charging towards the vortex and disappearing into the water.
Once someone moved, others followed suit, rushing towards the vortex one after another.
"Kill!!!"
"Kill all these traitors!"
"You dogs, scum, you are not worthy of being called the Beast Taming Sacred Clan, not worthy of being citizens of the grassland, die!"
"You bastards, die, give me back my sacred beast!"
"Give me back the lives of my wife and children!"
On a vast grassland, two armies were fighting desperately.
One side, clad in animal skins and wielding swords, spears, and clubs, used their internal spiritual energy to fiercely resist the enemy's attacks.
Their numbers were around four to five hundred.
The other side, wearing worn leather armor, wielding iron bows and arrows, shields, and long sabers, formed neat ranks, advancing steadily while resisting the enemy's attacks.
They were much more numerous, numbering over a thousand.
Beside them were thousands of strangely shaped sacred beasts, which were also fighting each other.
The battlefield was like a meat grinder, ruthlessly crushing lives. People who were alive and kicking moments ago were instantly torn into pieces.
"Kill, if we destroy this tribe, we can go home. My sons, kill!!!"
On the side of the leather-armored army, an old man stood on a wooden chariot, waving his saber and shouting loudly.