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Chapter 910 - 893: Disciples of the Remnants of the Xuankong - Fate (Additional Update 30)

Chapter 910: Chapter 893: Disciples of the Remnants of the Xuankong - Fate (Additional Update 30)

The ancient mountain range, with lush ancient trees, was vibrant with greenery. Though there was an air of wilderness, it was more harmoniously peaceful and tranquil.

It lacked the sinister aura that settled over the Desolate Wilds through eons of slaughter; the entire space pulsated with majestic vitality, akin to a paradise many human tribes yearned for.

This was the Secret Realm that Bu Canghai had seen!

The Secret Realm was not large, merely a hundred li in size, filled with green grass and fresh flowers, brimming with life at every corner.

Atop a Green Hill no higher than three hundred zhang, a meandering river flowed past, with neither source nor end—it simply extended into the chaos at both ends of the Space Secret Realm.

Gazing across, while the entire space was not uniformly flat, based on the terrain, patches of farmland had been cultivated, where sprouts of green tender shoots sporadically poked their heads out.

Even in the wilds, elderly and women wrapped in beast skins were seen squatting in the fields, carefully tending to these plots.

In the fields, there were mostly ordinary Spirit Rice; few were of a higher grade, and within the scarce spirit fields, what was cultivated was merely human-grade Spirit Rice.

Under the lone Green Hill lay the dwelling place, with sporadic Stone Houses relying on one another. Judging by its scale, it barely formed a community of a few thousand people.

The Secret Realm Space functioned independently through the laws present at its inception. Although the Mysteries of heaven and earth within it were incomplete, there still were some basic principles of the Great Dao supporting the operation of the Secret Realm.

Hmm?

A call from afar wakened Bu Canghai; he opened his eyes and looked around.

Black stone walls, black stone tables, and some rudimentary Stone Jars were present, whereas beneath him was a Stone Bed, covered with a ragged pelt that still bore a faint, fishy odor.

Hisss!

Attempting to move, Bu Canghai instantly inhaled a breath of cold air as stabbing pains surged throughout his body as if every inch of his muscles, skin, and bones were being gnawed by countless ants.

Beyond that, he discovered that his spiritual will was weak to the extreme, and even his Hidden Soul Talent seemed unable to manifest again, as though the incredibly strong suction force that had pulled him in had drained the essence and spirit from his body.

Huff, puff, puff!

He breathed heavily, with beads of sweat the size of beans falling, resigned to remaining still as he was utterly unable to lift his body up; his injuries were too severe.

At this moment, he was extremely curious about his surroundings. He hadn’t expected to be swept into a Secret Realm. Given his current environment, it was apparent that this Secret Realm was inhabited by Warriors, and since they had saved him, there was clearly no malice.

However, the existence of a Space Secret Realm within the Mysterious Void Secret Realm, unknown to others, surprised him greatly.

Boom, rumble!

Just then, the Stone Gate of the Stone House was pushed open, and a hunched old man entered, also clad in a gray beast-skin robe and worn straw shoes.

His gaze swiftly assessed the old man’s strength—barely reaching the Blood Refining Realm.

The elder held a Stone Bowl with a fragrant medicinal scent wafting from it.

"You’re awake," the elder said, seeing the clarity in Bu Canghai’s eyes.

"You’ve been unconscious for a long time. It was the Warriors of our tribe who found you outside in the Wilderness."

The old man propped Bu Canghai up and brought the bowl of medicinal liquid to his lips. It was just a concoction of common Healing Medicine made from boiled medicinal herbs.

To treat his injuries, it seemed somewhat insufficient, but now he was gravely injured, his will diminished, and he could not open his storage space to retrieve Healing Medicine. He had no choice but to swallow the medicinal juice brought by the elder.

"It’s been many years since outsiders have entered our tribal lands," the elder remarked, not leaving but sitting down beside Bu Canghai instead and speaking out.

"Thank you, elder, for saving me," Bu Canghai’s voice was somewhat hollow.

Hearing this, the elder waved his hand and spoke again, "It’s a pity that our lineage has been cut off from the Desolate Wilds for tens of thousands of years, surviving only on simple sustenance. Trapped in this place, we no longer have access to fine Spirit Medicine. Otherwise, how could we merely offer these common medicinal herbs for your healing?"

"May I ask the elder, where is this place?" Bu Canghai could not help but ask.

"This is where the remnants of the Xuankong Tribe cling to survival."

The elder’s voice was very calm, showing no disturbance by Bu Canghai’s question.

Indeed, Bu Canghai’s speculation was confirmed. It was known in the Border Wasteland Region that the Xuan Kong Marquis Department had perished, the entire clan wiped out. Now, a true warrior of the Xuan Kong Marquis Department stood before him.

Within the Secret Realm, there was no distinction between day and night, everything was perennially shrouded in gray. Upon Green Hill, Bu Canghai rose, having composed himself for a while, his complexion still a touch pale, but luckily, he was now able to move.

Even without day and night, Bu Canghai estimated that he had already spent about five days in this Secret Realm Space, and he had also come to understand some situations within this space.

For now, let’s refer to the martial warriors in this Secret Realm Space as the Remnants of the Xuankong.

A bitter smile appeared on the corner of Bu Canghai’s mouth; he actually arrived in such a space. As for the Remnants of the Xuankong living within this space, whatever disaster had befallen the Xuan Kong Marquis Department was something they could no longer recall clearly, only fragmented records were passed down from generation to generation.

They only remembered that their roots were in the Outer World, and now it had been far too long since their ancestors fled into this Secret Realm Space.

This Secret Realm was far too small and its resources were limited; there was no way it could sustain the propagation of the people who entered.

They had hastily entered the Secret Realm to evade catastrophe, carrying only limited supplies with them. Lacking sufficient resources, those warriors who were gravely injured fell one after another.

Later, they discovered that there were restrictions within the Secret Realm, which also couldn’t support the martial warriors’ cultivation. Gradually, even the strong ones passed away in meditation.

The restrictions of the Secret Realm had continually reduced the number of the Xuankong Tribe’s survivors. Even though they had developed the entire Secret Realm Space to the extreme, the current population within the entire Secret Realm Space still did not exceed three thousand people, forming a relatively stable community size.

Moreover, the level of martial arts within the entire Secret Realm Space was greatly limited; the strongest could only cultivate up to the Peak of the Blood Refining Realm, with no hope of advancing further.

However, the Xuan Kong Marquis Department was a tribe founded on Formation Methods. As the descendants of the Xuan Kong Marquis Department, they naturally brought the entire tribe’s Formation Way heritage into the Secret Realm when they sheltered there, intending to rise again.

But their ancestors did not anticipate that after entering this Secret Realm, their descendants would never find a way out again, trapped in the Secret Realm for endless years.

No way out!

That was the problem they faced.

Over the years, not that no other warriors had entered the Secret Realm, all ended up trapped within, much like the Remnants of the Xuankong.

This is also why, despite many years since the downfall of the Xuan Kong Marquis Department, no warriors had discovered that there were still tribe members left—because even if discovered, the news simply couldn’t be conveyed.

"Brother Bu," a light voice rang out, causing Bu Canghai to turn his head.

This was a young girl, not yet twenty, somewhat younger than him. During the days he spent recovering, she had also been responsible for taking care of him.

It was through the girl’s account that he learned of the many secrets of the Remnants of the Xuankong, and even led him into the tribe’s heritage site within the Secret Realm, which included some Formation Method heritage that they had brought into the Secret Realm.

There were Jade Slips and wood slips, but the wood slips had rotted away, so the Xuankong Tribe’s people had re-engraved them on stone.

Here, the cultivation of martial arts was limited due to the scarcity of resources, not to mention the Crystal Stones needed for practicing the Formation Methods. But the people of the Xuan Kong Marquis Department firmly believed that one day they would find their way out of the Secret Realm, so they preserved the Formation Way heritage as if it were sacred.

"Brother Bu, grandfather has prepared Medicinal Herbs for you to apply," said the young girl, named Xuan Xin. With the girl’s support, Bu Canghai walked towards the nearby Stone House. In fact, although his injuries had not yet healed, he was able to access his storage space and had already taken an Elixir, but he did not refuse the old man’s kindness.

Looking over this piece of Secret Realm Space, he could even see from the peak of the hill, the edge of the Secret Realm; the place was so small, it was utterly suffocating.

Bu Canghai smiled bitterly; he had come to the Xuan Kong Marquis Department for training on the orders of his mentor, who likely never imagined he’d have such an experience. The dusty Formation Method heritage of the Xuan Kong Marquis Department, lost for countless years, was also needed by the Gu Yuan Tribe.

But before that, he needed to find a way out of the Secret Realm if he was to bring this opportunity back to his tribe.

...

Eastern Emperor Domain, Divine Marquis Palace.

Xiao Chen was sitting cross-legged in the Great Hall; naturally, he had no idea what his disciple, Bu Canghai, was going through. The trip to the Xuan Kong Marquis Department was just one of the missions he had chosen for his disciple.

Five days had passed since he returned from the God King Stage. He was pondering the God King Heritage granted to him by the Divine Sky God King, but the Mysteries it contained were profound.

With fate being elusive and subtle, even with annotations from the Divine Sky God King, he still felt confusion and obscurity.

In the five days, besides exploring the God King Heritage received, he also met with several other Divine Marquises, engaging in mutual discussions.

Apart from delving into the deeper Mysteries, Xiao Chen was also organizing the knowledge he had acquired. At the God King Stage, his enlightenment of his Dao heart became clear—he sought nothing else but the strength of the peak state.

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