High Martial Arts: Gains one point of health per second, sweeping across the heavens.

While everyone else was fleeing for their lives, Su Jie went against the flow of people and rushed towards the [Purple Heaven Thunder Treasury] bubble, which was closest to the core of the collapse and radiated a violent aura of thunder!

"What is that kid doing?!"

"Has he gone mad? He's willing to risk his life for a Spirit-level divine treasure!"

Several gasps of astonishment rang out from the fleeing crowd. In their eyes, Su Jie's actions were tantamount to suicide!

Su Jie's face perfectly displayed a mixture of extreme unwillingness and desperate determination. His blood and qi surged violently, and he pressed his hands tightly against the lightning-streaked bubbles, roaring, "Just a little bit more! This Raizo resonates with me! You guys go first!!"

His voice sounded hoarse and desperate amidst the rumble of the collapse, filled with the madness of "people die for wealth, birds die for food."

"idiot!"

"They're really courting death!"

"What good is talent in soul power? If your mind isn't clear, you'll just end up as a skeleton in a tomb!"

Seeing Su Jie's "greed-blinded" appearance, those geniuses who were originally somewhat wary or even jealous of him suddenly felt a surge of pleasure and contempt.

They were all convinced that this arrogant brat was doomed!

No one stopped, no one offered a helping hand. Faced with a life-or-death crisis, watching a self-inflicted genius fall seemed to offer a twisted form of solace to their failed journey to the secret realm.

Just before rushing into the portal, Yan Feng turned back and saw Su Jie still "struggling" in front of the Thunderous Bubble. A mocking smile appeared on his face: "Trash is trash. A little bit of luck and he forgets his own worth!"

Finally, amidst countless gazes filled with mockery, indifference, or schadenfreude, the eerie blue portal flashed, closed completely, and vanished.

The connection between the True Martial Realm and the "Land of a Thousand Stars' Slumber" has been severed.

Within the secret realm, only the void constantly returning to chaos, the raging energy storms, and... Su Jie, whom they believed was about to be crushed by all of this, a greedy "dying man."

However, the moment the portal closed, all the "resentment" and "madness" on Su Jie's face vanished without a trace, replaced by an extreme calm and mockery.

He slowly released his grip, and the Purple Lightning, powerful enough to severely injure an ordinary Body Tempering Realm cultivator, didn't even shake the hem of his clothes.

"His acting is so realistic, his emotions are spot on, shouldn't I get an award?" he muttered to himself casually.

After confirming that there were no more prying eyes, Su Jie looked around at this rapidly disappearing world and the thousands of divine treasure bubbles that were drifting like ownerless duckweed in the wave of destruction, and a huge smile appeared on his lips.

"Alright, the audience's gone, time to pack up."

The next moment, the vast soul power of the peak level 22 silently spread out, like an invisible net, enveloping all the divine treasure bubbles.

"receive."

At a command.

Those thousands of divine bubbles, whether mortal or spiritual, seemed to be drawn together by invisible threads, transforming into gentle streams of light.

Like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea, the water surged into Su Jie's body in a vast yet orderly manner, and was completely absorbed by the system space.

In the blink of an eye, the collapsed secret realm, which had previously retained some "starlight," became completely empty, having been plundered bald by Su Jie alone.

"A great harvest." Su Jie nodded with satisfaction, as if he had just finished shopping at the supermarket.

At this moment, the spatial collapse had reached its final stage, and devastating turbulence had swept towards him.

Su Jie calmly took out the [Myriad Manifestations Heavenly Sect Prospective Disciple Token].

With a gentle touch of his soul power, the token flashed with a faint light, and a stable spatial portal, completely out of place with the collapsing scene outside, quietly opened before him. Behind the portal was the incomparably safe and secure Stone Palace of Myriad Manifestations.

Just as the raging destructive energy behind him was about to engulf his location, Su Jie stepped easily into the portal of light.

The figure disappeared, and the portal closed.

Only his whispered words, tinged with a smile, seemed to linger in this desolate wasteland that had returned to nothingness:

"My trick is called 'the cicada shedding its shell,' meaning to make a fortune in silence."

Inside the stone hall, Su Jie couldn't help but feel great as he thought about the possible reactions of those who thought he was gone.

Su Jie once again sensed the thousands of densely packed, star-like shimmering orbs within the system space and nodded in satisfaction.

"Well, the quality is a bit lacking, but there's enough quantity. We can pick and choose some that suit them. As for the minor troubles..."

With a slight thought, his vast level 22 soul power instantly split into thousands of fine threads, precisely invading the core of each divine treasure bubble.

Those fragments of will that originally belonged to the fallen Divine Realm experts could not even put up a decent resistance in the face of this soul power that was like the might of heaven. They were like snow under the sun, melting away instantly and being wiped clean!

From now on, these divine treasure bubbles will only contain the purest and most safely inheritable primordial powers!

After doing all this, Su Jie clapped his hands as if he had accomplished something insignificant, as if he had merely brushed away the dust from the corner of his clothes.

This move not only resulted in a huge profit, but also kept everyone in the True Martial World in the dark.

Inside the stone hall of the Myriad Manifestations Celestial Sect, Su Jie sat cross-legged, recalling the system's explanation of martial soul quality: "Saint-level martial souls require soul power level 18 and bone age below 18; God-level martial souls require soul power level 20 and bone age below 18, with a success rate as low as finding a needle in a haystack..."

"My bone age is now seventeen, and my soul power is at the peak of level twenty-two! My foundation is also unprecedentedly advanced, reaching the pinnacle of Foundation Establishment, the perfection of the ten meridians, and possessing Heavenly-level martial bones!"

Ambitious glint flashed in Su Jie's eyes. "If this is all I can do to condense a 'standard' divine-level martial soul, then what has become of me, the host of the strongest martial arts system in all the heavens?"

An even more insane idea began to grow and expand in his mind.

"The system only mentions six levels: Mortal, Spirit, Earth, Heaven, Saint, and God. But what about above that?"

"The path of martial arts has no limits, but is there an absolute limit to the quality of a martial spirit?"

"If we're going to forge an unparalleled martial spirit, then we must achieve something truly... unprecedented and unmatched!"

He thought of the trump card he had always treasured—the [Ticket to the Secret Realm of Time].

"One day in the outside world is equivalent to a hundred days in the secret realm. With my peak level 22 soul power as a foundation, I can go all out and fight that 'Myriad Manifestations God and Demon Suppressing Prison Diagram' to the death! Let's see just how far my soul power can go!"

Without further ado, Su Jie turned his gaze to the visualization diagram on the wall of the stone hall, a diagram that he both loved and hated, containing unparalleled mysteries.

He carefully used his soul power to completely replicate the essence and meaning of the spirit in his sea of ​​consciousness, enough to support him in conducting the deepest level of contemplation within the secret realm.