Fairy, dreams shouldn't be taken seriously.

Behind them, countless people who had not yet entered the secret realm felt a slight choking in their breath.

"I knew it, this kid must have something to do with the capital of women."

"Maybe he's having an affair with that queen."

"The Blood Gate is open, allowing him free passage—that's not fair!"

"Say less. Many things in this world are inherently unfair. If you're not happy about it, go in and chop him up."

In a faraway place, atop a mountain, a gentle breeze blows, occasionally carrying withered yellow leaves.

The object landed on his hair, and the white-haired man gently waved his hand to brush it off.

He stood on a pile of newly sprouting green grass, holding a magical artifact resembling binoculars, and looked toward the entrance to the secret realm.

Seeing that scene of readily available convenience, he smiled slightly and murmured:

"This kid..."

Now even he's starting to think that maybe that kid really does have some connection to the Queen of the City of Daughters.

"Godfather, I'm going."

Beside him, a girl dressed in white, as white as snow, spoke softly.

She held a white sword in her hand, which faintly exuded a sword aura.

This shows that the sword intent has just been grasped and is not yet well controlled.

"Okay, be careful."

Although he had no cultivation, the middle-aged man with a full head of white hair, standing there with his white hair like swords, still looked down at the sky with pride. He took out a red bead from his pocket.

"There is a drop of that brat's true spirit blood in here. With this, you can pinpoint his location."

"Ah."

The girl gave a soft "hmm," took the fruit, examined it carefully, but couldn't discern anything special about it.

There was just a vague feeling of being in a certain direction.

She knew that this was the direction her godfather had been heading towards, the direction of that so-called troublemaker.

He bowed slightly to the white-haired man, then turned and left.

As she walked, the sword in her hand changed from white to a deep, blood-red color.

Wherever she went, people made way for her.

He also heard many conversations about the state of depravity.

She ignored him completely and walked straight toward the entrance.

Above the steps, there are countless powerful micro-pressure forces, making it impossible for ordinary people to step onto them.

But she leaped into the air, unimpeded, and landed at the entrance.

The sword in his hand was drawn instantly, and the powerful sword intent spread out, sending nearby people flying.

A blood-red mound was forcibly cut open, creating an entrance.

Her figure flickered slightly and disappeared into the crowd.

"Nine Yin Sword Body, truly terrifying. Has he already comprehended the sword intent?"

"Sword intent? Shouldn't that be something only those in the Formless Realm can even touch the threshold of?"

"It's not surprising that a genius like her, who cannot be measured by common sense, was the first to master sword intent."

"And don't forget, whose disciple she is."

"..."

"The Sword Master also comprehended the sword intent ahead of time back then..."

Subsequently, many people began to enter it.

The three young masters of the capital city followed closely behind.

Despite having no cultivation level, Yan Bingyun entered the room with the help of a powerful magic weapon and escorted by three people.

This scene left many people gasping in shock.

With an ordinary human body, this person dares to enter the secret realm; he is probably the only one.

Having no cultivation whatsoever, yet daring to enter the secret realm to search for treasure, truly...

At the mountaintop, the white-haired man put down his binoculars and yawned.

"My lord, would you like to come into the tent and rest for a while?"

"Alright."

Fan Jian put away the magical artifact in his hand and walked towards the tent.

"Immediately send more people to guard the entrance to the secret realm."

"Yes."

There wasn't much inside the tent, just a bed.

The once-renowned number one swordsman, now with white hair, began snoring shortly after lying down.

Chapter 138 [The Return of Ten Thousand Swords]

The array randomly teleported Fan Zui, and in the blink of an eye, he had arrived at a vast forest of cultivation.

Before even taking the first step, one can hear the roars of wild beasts.

The sound was deafening, causing the leaves around to sway and fall.

The ground was covered with withered branches and rotten leaves, a layer of yellowish-brown covering the surface.

Not far away, a snake was watching them intently.

Seeing it looking at him, Fan Zui glared back angrily.

The little snake was so frightened that it turned around and quickly fled.

A gentle breeze was blowing, and the leaves were rustling.

After a quick look around, this place appears to be an altar.

And the position he occupied was right in the center of the altar.

However, the altar was dilapidated, as if it had been the site of a fight, and all of it had been destroyed. The stone benches were also crooked and had rolled into the cracks between the stones.

There were some dry bones on the ground, which should belong to some unknown wild animals.

The altar was dilapidated, seemingly eroded by time, covered in moss, with ants crawling on it.

The surrounding area is filled with ancient trees that block out the sun and clouds.

Even without thinking, it's clear that it harbors endless dangers.

Towering trees gather, their trunks as thick as coiled dragons, their branches intertwined to form a dense canopy.

The dense foliage blocked out the sun, making the light dim and the atmosphere gloomy.

In the dark forest, the wind howls, wolves howl, and demons and monsters lurk within.

The ancient tree, thousands of years old, exudes a chilling aura; its roots are intertwined like pythons, making it extremely dangerous.

The rotting, dead wood emitted a foul stench, and was often frequented by venomous snakes and insects that devoured lives.

In the shadows, vengeful ghosts and demons appeared and disappeared, their evil power rampant, radiating murderous intent.

Despite his considerable cultivation, Fan Zui remained cautious and apprehensive, constantly on guard against any sudden dangers.

This must be a place of trial for some kind of sacrifice, fraught with danger.

Whether it holds opportunities and treasures remains to be seen.

But the danger of death is definitely lurking beneath the surface.

With a wave of his hand, he released the oranges.

"Young master, is this the secret realm?"

"Well, be careful."

"Young master, I will protect you."

The oranges are delicate and lovely, like spring flowers just beginning to bloom.

Her snow-white skin radiated a faint shyness, like the rosy cheeks of dawn.

Her slender eyebrows arched upwards like willow leaves, and her eyes were like the bright moon, clear and pure.

Her slightly upturned cherry lips, seemingly parted and barely parted, exuded a captivating allure.

Her jet-black hair cascaded down to her waist like a waterfall, as smooth as silk, and carried a faint floral fragrance.

Her slender figure was accentuated by a flowing floral dress with wide sleeves, making her look graceful and elegant.

Her slender figure is like a crane dancing, light and graceful.