Chapter 668: This Heartless Man Cannot Escape After All

Chapter 668: Chapter 538: This Heartless Man Cannot Escape After All

“Master…”

A faint and ethereal voice quietly echoed in the depths of Xiao Mo’s heart.

Xiao Mo was slightly taken aback. He subconsciously looked down, but saw nothing except for a narrow tear in the seal.

The pitch-black abyss seemed to be swallowing everything.

‘An auditory hallucination?’ Xiao Mo frowned, a trace of doubt rising in his heart.

Logically speaking, at his current Realm, he should have been able to tell clearly whether or not he was hearing things.

But that call just now had left him momentarily dazed, unable to distinguish if it was real or false.

“I say, Elder Xiao, it’s time for us to get moving.”

Jin’an walked up to Xiao Mo’s side, a smile on his face as he spoke.

At the same time, a great number of Cultivators were already scrambling to leap from the sky, pouring recklessly into the Yuzhu Secret Realm as if their lives depended on it.

“Let’s go.” Xiao Mo nodded, and then, along with the few people by his side, plummeted toward the gloomy abyss.

The closer they got to the abyss, the more scorching and searing the surrounding Spiritual Power became.

The sensation was like a fiery wind lashing madly at your face. It felt as if every inch of skin was about to be scorched, and even breathing brought a burning pain.

The moment Xiao Mo flew past the Barrier, his vision suddenly went pitch-black, and he could see nothing.

In the next moment, he felt as if his entire being was dissolving, melting into an endless void, unable to even perceive his own existence.

But soon, Xiao Mo’s vision gradually cleared.

By the time his mind had just settled, he found himself in a desolate and silent world.

“This place is…” Chen Jue stared blankly, raising his head to look at his surroundings. His eyes trembled, his expression filled with disbelief.

This was an independent, small world.

The firmament was a sanguine, blood-like red. Not a single white cloud was in the sky, only an endless, dark crimson pressing down, suffocatingly.

The ground was all scorched black earth, without a blade of grass or a single beast in sight. As far as the eye could see, nothing grew; it was utterly devoid of life.

A light breeze blew past, and the group could even smell the faint scent of blood. The odor was subtle and lingering, as if it had drifted from ancient times, chilling them to the bone.

In addition, this vast expanse of scorched earth was covered with a dense network of cracks.

These fissures were not formed by natural cracking of the earth, but had been brutally hewn by sharp weapons like sabers and swords. The crisscrossing marks were a shocking sight.

The group turned their heads and looked up again at the blazing sun hanging in the sky.

That sun was like a piece of porcelain on the verge of shattering, its entire body covered in fine cracks, looking as if it could crumble and fall apart at any moment.

“This place looks like an ancient battlefield,” the Song Cultivator said with a frown, his voice deep and grave.

“Just what kind of ancient battlefield would end up looking like this…” Jin’an said, his hands behind his back as he surveyed the desolate and dead world around them. His tone held a note of unconcealable shock.

It was as if that earth-shattering great war had come close to destroying the entire world.

“Who knows? Everyone, be careful,” the Song Cultivator said in a low voice, then strode forward, attempting to find his own opportunities within this Secret Realm.

Xiao Mo and the others naturally followed close behind.

The five of them explored this Secret Realm cautiously, their minds constantly taut, not daring to relax for even a moment.

Eventually, they reached a shared conclusion: this small Secret Realm was a fragment that had broken off from the main world after being shattered!

Generally speaking, there are two ways a Secret Realm can be born.

One way is as an independent small world, naturally conceived by heaven and earth. These small worlds are scattered throughout the greater world and, due to the Laws of Heaven and Earth, periodically merge with and separate from the main world. When they merge, it is known to the world as “opening.”

The other way is the current situation.

Due to a great war, a location is directly shattered, causing it to passively become a small Secret Realm.

After opening several times, this type of Secret Realm will gradually re-merge with the main world, eventually becoming a part of it once more.

“Uncle!”

Chen Jue, walking beside Jin’an, sent a transmission to his mind, his tone filled with irrepressible anxiety.

“Don’t be hasty.”

Jin’an sighed softly and shook his head inwardly. ‘Why is this nephew of mine so impatient?’

“The situation in the Secret Realm is still unclear, and we don’t even know what we’ll encounter. Xiao Mo is a Nascent Soul Realm Cultivator, after all. If you attack him now, we’d just be wasting a Nascent Soul-level fighter. It’ll be even more trouble if any of us get hurt.”

“Rest assured, Xiao Mo will certainly die. He will absolutely not leave this Secret Realm alive. This isn’t just my intention, but also the will of the Grand Elder of Tushan. Do you understand?”

“Yes…” Chen Jue took a deep breath, realizing he had indeed been a bit too rash.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The cultivators who had entered the Yuzhu Secret Realm were cautiously exploring, searching for opportunities. Suddenly, the entire Secret Realm was shaken by one earth-shattering roar after another.

The ground trembled violently. The red earth loosened, and a suffocating killing intent surged continuously from the cracked fissures.

One by one, undead spirits slowly began to crawl out from the depths of the earth.

These undead were of both the Human Race and the Demon Race.

Some wore tattered armor.

Some were dressed in faded green robes.

And some were clad in ragged Monk’s Robes.