Awakening Daily Intelligence Panel, Grind to Become a True Immortal

Before he finished speaking, the flags in the hands of the three people suddenly caught fire automatically!

"What?!" Gou Hui exclaimed.

From the ashes of the burned-out flag, three blood-red runes emerged, slowly sinking into the three men's brows. Qin Wang felt his soul tremble, and he sensed a terrifying pulling force—this was the secret realm rejecting them!

"I see." Zhang Youren smiled bitterly. "Someone forcibly opened the secret realm, triggering the self-protection mechanism. All outsiders will be expelled."

The earth began to crumble, and the cracks in the sky grew wider. Qin Wang took one last look in the direction of Cursed Lake and faintly heard the angry screams of the Queen Mother of the Nine Heavens.

"Walk!"

The three figures gradually blurred. At the last moment before being completely teleported out, Qin Wang clearly saw that the giant hand that covered the sky had already penetrated most of the secret realm. In the palm of its hand, there was a cold vertical pupil!

Before the dizziness of the space distortion had dissipated, Qin Wang and the other two had already fallen heavily onto the hard ground. The glaring sunlight made Qin Wang squint subconsciously, and he heard the painful groan of Gou Hui.

"Is this the outskirts of the Slanting Moon Three Stars Cave?" Zhang Youren propped himself up, his expression suddenly changing drastically, "No! This is not the Earthly Immortal Realm at all!"

Qin Wang looked up suddenly, only to see a barren wasteland all around him. The crimson earth stretched to the horizon, and three blood-red suns hung high in the sky. Even more terrifying was the fact that the mana within them had been lost to the sea, unable to be mobilized at all.

"Forbidden Land." Qin Wang gritted his teeth and suddenly found that the blood-red rune between his eyebrows was slightly hot. "It's the rune in the ashes of the flag that's causing trouble!"

Gao Hui suddenly pointed to the distance and said, "Look!"

On the horizon, more than a dozen figures stumbled in the same direction—remarkably, they were the other cultivators expelled from the secret realm. Donghuang Taiyi, covered in blood, struggled forward, dragging his broken leg. Guangchengzi's robe was tattered, and only half of the purple-skinned gourd in his hand remained. Farther away, Long Wuji carried a charred corpse on his back, leaving blood stains with every step.

"Has everyone been teleported here?" Zhang Youren's voice trembled.

Suddenly, the three blood-red suns in the sky twisted simultaneously, transforming into three gigantic eyes! A terrifying pressure descended instantly, and all the cultivators spat out blood as if struck by lightning.

"Ants"

The ancient voice exploded directly in everyone's mind. Qin Wang was bleeding from all seven orifices, but he stared at the three eyes - these were exactly the same vertical pupils he saw in the secret realm!
"Hand over the Pangu Seal"

The blood-red earth suddenly cracked into countless cracks, and pale arms stretched out, grabbing the monks' ankles and dragging them underground. Donghuang Taiyi roared, and a golden feather flew out of his arms, barely severing the arms that were holding him.

"It's the Chaos Demon God!" Guang Chengzi suddenly shouted, "It's using us to locate the coordinates of the prehistoric world! Everyone, if you don't want to become an accomplice to the destruction of the world, destroy the teleportation talisman on your forehead!"

Qin Wang's heart trembled, and he instantly understood - this was not a protection mechanism at all, but a carefully designed trap! Those flags were bait from the beginning, designed to make the cultivators who gained the opportunity of the secret realm become the anchor for the Chaos Demon God to descend!
"But the rune is destroyed. How can we go back?" a monk shouted in despair.

Guangchengzi sneered: "It's better than being a traitor!" After saying that, he put his fingers together like a knife and cut off the flesh between his eyebrows!
Qin Wang was about to follow suit when he suddenly realized that the Great Celestial Art within him was automatically activated. The blood-red rune between his eyebrows was unexpectedly enveloped by a ray of golden light and slowly dissolved. With a sudden inspiration, he immediately placed his palms on the backs of Zhang Youren and Guan Hui, channeling the golden light into their bodies.

"Brother Qin, this is..."

"Don't talk, just follow me!" Qin Wang growled, taking advantage of the chaos to drag the two of them in the opposite direction.

Screams echoed from behind him. Qin Wang turned around and saw the most horrifying scene—the "corpse" on Long Wuji's back suddenly leaped up, transforming into a cloud of black mist that engulfed the three nearby cultivators!

"That's not a corpse, it's Xiangliu's residual soul!" Guan Hui exclaimed in shock.

The three of them ran desperately, but found that they could not escape this bloody wasteland no matter what. The eyes in the sky were getting closer and closer, and Qin Wang could even see the strange runes wriggling in their pupils.

Just when he was in despair, a familiar figure suddenly appeared in front of him - Wenquxingjun dressed as a woodcutter, leaning against a huge rock and leisurely sharpening his hatchet!

“Senior!” Zhang Youren felt like he had seen a savior.

Wenquxingjun looked up and smiled. "Three friends, are you lost?" He casually waved the hatchet in his hand, and a golden path suddenly appeared in front of the three people. "Follow this path and you will return to the Earthly Immortal Realm."

Qin Wang didn't move, staring at him intently: "Is all this planned?"

Wenquxingjun's smile remained unchanged. "The great calamity is approaching, and someone has to be the bait." He glanced meaningfully at Qin Wang's eyebrows. "But you always surprise me."

Suddenly, the entire space shook violently. Wenquxingjun's face changed slightly. "How fast!" He suddenly threw the hatchet into the sky. "Go!"

A golden trail suddenly swept up the three of them, shooting into the sky like an arrow. At the last moment, Qin Wang saw Wenquxingjun's figure suddenly grow immensely taller, wielding a long sword gleaming with starlight, as he charged towards a pitch-black finger descending from the sky.
"boom--!"

In the dazzling white light, Qin Wang lost consciousness.

When he woke up again, he was lying in the bedroom of the Western Demon Palace. Zi Xuan was holding a bowl of medicine. When she saw him open his eyes, she burst into tears of joy: "Master! You are finally awake!"

"How long have I been back?" Qin Wang's voice was hoarse.

"Three whole months." Zi Xuan wiped her tears. "It was Senior Brother Xu Xian who sent you back. He said..."

Before he could finish his words, the palace door suddenly flew open with a tremendous force. Sect Leader Mokowu stood with his hands behind his back, and behind him stood more than a dozen elders, all with gloomy expressions.

"Qin Wang." Mokuwu's voice was icy. "Do you admit your guilt?"

The flickering candlelight within the hall illuminated Moko Wu's imposing countenance. A dozen elders stood on either side, their auras locked around Qin Wang. The air within the chamber seemed frozen.

Qin Wang forced himself to sit up, his inner power still stagnant, but his face showed no sign of it: "I don't know what crime I have committed, Master, please explain it to me."

"Don't know?" A red-haired elder on the left sneered, "You colluded with the Chaos Demon God, causing the death of 360 Daluo seeds, and you still dare to quibble?"

Qin Wang's pupils shrank slightly. Three hundred and sixty people? It seemed that only one in ten monks could escape from the Bloody Wasteland!

"Elder Chi Yan, you're wrong." Xu Xian's voice suddenly rang out from outside the hall. He slowly entered, holding a jade scroll. After bowing to Moko Wu, he continued, "According to the survivors' testimony, Junior Brother Qin, far from colluding with the enemy, actually saved two Luotian Sect disciples."

Moko Wu's eyes flickered slightly as he took the jade slip and glanced at it. "Zhang Youren and Guan Hui did testify. But," he suddenly changed the subject, "where did the Soul Gathering Tower come from?"

The temperature inside the hall plummeted. Qin Wang's heart skipped a beat—they'd finally gotten to the crucial point! "It was something I obtained by chance in the Chaos Land," Qin Wang said calmly.

"Bullshit!" Elder Chi Yan shouted angrily, "This tower was the lifeblood of the former sect leader Fang Yantian. How could it end up in the land of chaos? It's obvious that you are secretly colluding with that traitor!"

Xu Xian suddenly chuckled, "Elder, that's interesting. If Junior Brother Qin really has a history with Uncle Fang, how could he not know the secret of the ninth floor of the Soul Gathering Tower?"

The gleam in Mokowu's eyes shone brightly! Qin Wang keenly noticed that the expressions of the elders present were different. Some were surprised, some suddenly realized, and a few showed fear.

"That's enough." Moko Wu suddenly raised his hand. "Qin Wang, I'll give you three days. If you can't prove the innocence of the Soul Gathering Tower," he glanced meaningfully at Xu Xian. "You will be treated as a traitor to your sect."

After everyone left, Xu Xian breathed a sigh of relief: "It was a close call. If Zhang Youren and the others hadn't sent a timely message, I'm afraid today would be..."

"Brother," Qin Wang interrupted directly, "What is on the ninth floor of the Soul Gathering Tower?"

Xu Xian was silent for a moment, then suddenly placed his fingers on Qin Wang's forehead. A strange wave flashed across, and Qin Wang felt the Soul Gathering Tower in the Niwan Palace suddenly tremble, and a barely perceptible crack appeared on the ninth floor!

"This is.?"

"Uncle Fang defected from the sect because he discovered a secret," Xu Xian said in a low voice. "The things sealed in the ninth floor are related to the truth of the great calamity."

Suddenly, there was a slight sound outside the window. Xu Xian's face changed drastically, and he pushed Qin Wang away: "Be careful!"

"boom--!"

A jet-black sword light pierced through the wall and pierced Xu Xian's chest directly! Qin Wang rolled to avoid it, but saw a black-robed man standing in the air outside the window, his face covered with a hideous ghost mask.

"Wei Wuxian?!" Qin Wang cried out.

The black-robed man paused, then let out a laugh like an owl. "You have a good eye, kid." He swung his sword, "Hand over the tower, and I'll spare your life."

Qin Wang was about to fight to the death when he suddenly found that the "Great Heavenly Immortal Art" in his body was automatically running, and the remaining golden light between his eyebrows actually resonated with the Soul Gathering Tower.

A wisp of chaotic aura quietly seeped out from the ninth layer of cracks!
Wei Wuxian's sword tip hovered just three inches from Qin Wang's throat, its cold energy slicing through his skin, drawing a trace of blood. But Qin Wang's entire mind was now focused on the Niwan Palace—the chaotic aura seeping from the crack on the ninth floor of the Soul Gathering Tower intertwined with the golden light produced by the Great Celestial Immortal Art, forming a blurred image.

"Kid, stop playing tricks." Wei Wuxian's voice was filled with impatience under his ghostly face. "If you don't hand over the Soul Gathering Tower within three breaths, I will kill your senior brother first."

Xu Xian fell in a pool of blood, breathing weakly, but still shook his head at Qin Wang with difficulty.

Qin Wang suddenly smiled. "Senior Wei, you want the Soul Gathering Tower? Great." He actually took the initiative to probe his spiritual sense into the tower. "But are you sure you can handle the things on the ninth floor?"

Wei WuXian was startled when he heard this, and his sword retreated slightly. "Do you know what's on the ninth floor?"

In that split second, something strange happened within Qin Wang's Niwan Palace! The chaotic aura suddenly transformed into a blurry hand, grabbing Wei Wuxian's thrusting sword energy and pulling it in the opposite direction.

“What?!” It was too late when Wei Wuxian realized something was wrong. His right arm holding the sword suddenly caught fire with black flames, and his flesh and blood melted at a speed visible to the naked eye!

Qin Wang seized the opportunity to retreat, simultaneously activating the Soul Gathering Tower to trap Xu Xian within. Wei Wuxian roared in anger and severed his own right arm. Black blood gushed from the severed arm, corroding the ground and leaving a ten-foot-deep pit.

"Very good!" Wei Wuxian's voice was distorted. "I didn't expect Fang Yantian to have even sealed 'that hand' inside the tower!"

Before Qin Wang could even consider the meaning of these words, a deafening explosion erupted from outside the window. The entire Western Demon Palace shook violently, and in the distance, disciples exclaimed, "Enemy attack! It's the Immortal Alliance!"

Wei Wuxian smiled sinisterly: "It seems that I am not the only one who wants to kill you today." After saying that, his figure turned into black mist and dissipated.

Qin Wang rushed to the window and saw dozens of immortal boats stretching across the sky outside the mountain protection formation. On the leading immortal boat, the Holy Emperor Tianyi stood with his hands behind his back, while Guangchengzi, beside him, pointed in Qin Wang's direction and said something.

"Oh no!" Qin Wang's heart was pounding. Now that his magic power had not yet recovered and powerful enemies were surrounding him, his only chance of survival was...
He looked down at the Soul Gathering Tower in his hand. The cracks on the ninth floor were slowly widening. The "hand" Wei Wuxian had just mentioned, and the image that flashed through the chaotic aura, all pointed to a terrifying possibility—the ninth floor of the Soul Gathering Tower might very well contain a portion of the body of some great being from the prehistoric world!

"Let's fight!" Qin Wang gritted his teeth and took the initiative to probe his spiritual sense into the ninth layer of the crack.

Suddenly, the world spun. Qin Wang felt himself being pulled into a strange space. Gray fog swirled around him, and the ground was a mirror-like black substance. And in the center of the space, a severed hand, as shimmering as jade, hovered!

The five fingers of the severed palm were slightly bent, the palm facing upwards, as if holding something. Even more horrifying was the fact that golden blood was slowly seeping from the severed wrist, each drop causing ripples on the mirrored floor.

"Whose hand is this?" Qin Wang muttered to himself.

Suddenly, the ring finger on the severed palm trembled slightly. Qin Wang's soul was shaken, and a strange memory forced its way into his mind.

At the dawn of time, a humanoid figure stood amidst the chaos, wielding a massive axe to split the heavens and earth. Behind him, another, vague figure appeared, slowly placing its hand on the back of the Creator.
"Ah!" Qin Wang screamed, clutching his head. The shock of this memory nearly caused him to collapse. At this moment, the "Great Celestial Immortal Technique" automatically reached its peak, and a simple Taoist pattern of the word "Immortal" appeared between his eyebrows.

The broken palm seemed to sense something, and suddenly spread out its five fingers, and a golden light shot into Qin Wang's brow. A huge amount of information rushed in:

It turns out the Soul Gathering Pagoda isn't a magical weapon crafted by Fang Yantian, but rather a vessel that existed from prehistoric times! The severed palm sealed in the ninth layer belongs to the unknown entity who orchestrated Pangu's creation of the universe. And the "Great Celestial Immortal Technique" is actually a technique created by the palm-severed master during his lifetime!
"So that's how it is! So that's how it is!" Qin Wang suddenly understood. No wonder he had made such rapid progress in practicing the Great Celestial Immortal Technique, and no wonder he could dissolve the blood-colored runes. It was all because this technique had the same origin as the Broken Palm!
Suddenly, a deafening sound of shattering was heard from outside—the mountain protection formation was breached!
Qin Wang's consciousness quickly withdrew. He saw that the roof of the bedroom had been blown away. The Holy Emperor Tianyi stood in the air, his eyes flashing like lightning. "Young man, hand over the Soul Gathering Tower. I will give you a chance to reincarnate."

Guang Chengzi added: "Master, this boy also got the secret of the wilderness."

Before he finished speaking, Moko Wu's angry shout suddenly came from the depths of the Western Demon Palace: "Tianyi! You have crossed the line!" A black light shot up into the sky and collided with the Holy Emperor Tianyi. The aftermath razed the buildings within a radius of ten miles to the ground.

Qin Wang took the opportunity to mobilize the magic power that had just recovered and slapped the Soul Gathering Tower against his chest - he actually wanted to integrate this tower into his heart!

"Looking for death!" Saint Emperor Tianyi pointed in the air, and the terrifying finger force arrived in an instant.

At the critical moment, a familiar figure stood in front of Qin Wang. Xu Xian came out of the tower at some point, with a horrifying blood hole on his chest, but he smiled and crushed a jade talisman: "Junior brother, remember——"

"boom!"

The white light from the jade talisman engulfed everything. When Qin Wang opened his eyes again, he was in a damp cave. Beside him lay the dying Xu Xian, and on the cave wall was a line of blood-stained words:
"The answer you seek lies at the deepest part of the Qingyuan Ancient Road." (End of Chapter)