I gain ten years' worth of cultivation every day, and even geniuses will only see my doorstep!

Although it is only in its rudimentary form, with a limited scope and considerable energy consumption, it has an overwhelming advantage in battles against cultivators of the same or lower levels!

"What?!" Xiang Tian and the other three were horrified. They were not unfamiliar with the domains of Nascent Soul cultivators, but the solidity and suppressive power of Qin Yuan's nascent domain far surpassed that of ordinary early-stage Nascent Soul cultivators!

Just as their offensive faltered and their minds were shaken, Qin Yuan made his move.

His figure seemed to transform into dozens of figures, appearing simultaneously around Xiang Tian! Each figure carried genuine killing intent and pressure, making it difficult to distinguish between the real and the fake.

"A phantom? No! It's just too fast!" Liao Chen exclaimed in surprise.

Xiang Tian's pupils shrank sharply, and he wildly brandished his spear, which flashed with crimson light as he protected himself.

"break."

Qin Yuan, appearing in his true form to Xiang Tian's left, pointed his fingers like a sword, his dark golden fingertips swirling with a chaotic halo, and gently touched a weak point in the madly dancing spear shadows.

"clang--!!!"

A crisp clang of metal clashing resounded throughout the core area! Xiang Tian felt an irresistible force surge through him, his tiger's mouth split open, his spear nearly slipped from his grasp, and he was sent flying backward like a cannonball, spitting out blood!

With a single finger, Xiang Tian was severely injured!

"Fellow Daoist Xiang!" Liao Chen exclaimed in shock and anger, his Buddhist light transforming into a Vajra pestle that slammed into Qin Yuan's back. The Fairy of Wonderful Sound's flute music suddenly turned shrill and piercing, transforming into countless sonic blades that swept across the area.

The old man with the yin bones also emerged from the shadows, wielding a white bone mourning staff imbued with a chilling ghostly aura, and smashed it toward Qin Yuantian's head.

Without turning his head, Qin Yuan waved his left hand behind him, and a chaotic arc-shaped energy blade swept out, deflecting the demon-subduing pestle, the sonic blade, and the mourning staff!

The remaining force of the energy blade struck the protective aura of Chen and the other two, forcing them to retreat repeatedly, their blood and qi churning.

The difference is enormous!

Although they were all at the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm, Qin Yuan, who had just broken through, displayed a strength that completely overwhelmed the combined power of the four of them! Is this the terrifying foundation brought about by the Nine Revolutions Nascent Soul Foundation Building and the fusion of multiple laws to break through to the Nascent Soul realm?

Xiang Tian struggled to his feet, his face covered in blood, and fear finally showed in his eyes. He realized that he had far underestimated his opponent!

"Go!" Liao Chen made a decisive decision, shouting in a low voice. If they continued fighting, the four of them might really perish here! Treasures are wonderful, but one must be alive to enjoy them!

Without hesitation, Fairy Miaoyin and Old Man Yingu turned and fled towards the outside of the core area. Liao Chen gave Qin Yuan a deep look and also transformed into golden light and disappeared.

"Trying to leave?" Qin Yuan's eyes turned cold as he prepared to give chase.

"Qin Yuan! Don't be so arrogant! My Overlord Sect will not let you get away with this!" At this moment, Xiang Tian, ​​like a gambler who had lost everything, swallowed a scarlet pill. His aura surged instantly, and his veins bulged. He recklessly burned his essence and blood source, unleashing the Overlord Sect's forbidden technique, "Blood Battle in All Directions," and charged forward again with his spear, trying to buy his companions and himself a chance to escape, or... perish together?

"Stubborn and obstinate."

Qin Yuan no longer held back. He dodged the desperate shot with a flash and instantly appeared beside Xiang Tian. He spread his five fingers and condensed chaotic light, like a cage, which descended upon him!

"seal up!"

Xiang Tian's fierce aura vanished abruptly, as if his throat had been gripped. He felt his spiritual energy and even his blood being suppressed and imprisoned by a terrifying force, rendering him unable to move! He couldn't even self-destruct!

Qin Yuan grabbed the imprisoned Xiang Tian as if he were a chick, and without even glancing at the three fleeing Liao Chen, he turned and headed towards the exit of the secret realm. With one step, his figure was already a hundred feet away.

Within the core area, everything was in ruins, leaving only Xiang Tian's unwilling roar echoing, and the stunned and awe-inspiring gazes of countless city lords who had witnessed that brief but shocking scene.

Qin Yuan, holding Xiang Tian, ​​moved with incredible speed, passing through the core area and skimming over the surrounding ruins and forests, ignoring the occasional treasures that appeared along the way, heading straight towards the entrance of the secret realm.

Xiang Tian, ​​who was being held like a piece of merchandise, struggled desperately, his face turning from white to red, then from red to purple, filled with shame and indignation.

He, the young tyrant of the Overlord Sect, a genius of the sect, had never suffered such a humiliation before! And to be captured in broad daylight by someone from an affiliated sect!

"Qin Yuan! Let me go! Kill me if you dare! My Overlord Sect will fight you to the death!"

Qin Yuan ignored him, only occasionally tightening the binding force, turning Xiang Tian's roar into a painful groan.

Soon, the entrance to the secret realm came into view. The seven-colored vortex continued to rotate slowly.

Without pausing, Qin Yuan, carrying Xiang Tian, ​​stepped out of the vortex and back into the sky above Lava City, amidst countless gazes filled with shock, fear, and complex emotions.

He didn't return to Lava City, but hovered in the air, his gaze sweeping over the city below, his voice calm yet resounding throughout the entire city like thunder:

"Xiang Tian of the Overlord Sect has repeatedly provoked me in the secret realm, betraying me after I've served my purpose, and attempting to kill me. I have captured him today as a warning to others. All those under the jurisdiction of Lava City, be on high alert!"

After saying that, he casually threw Xiang Tian, ​​who was ashen-faced and so ashamed that he almost fainted, toward the direction of Lava City. Cultivators in the city caught him in the air and took him away.

Qin Yuan turned around and looked down at his city, as well as the vast battlefield of the Hundred Sects, where crisis and opportunity coexisted, his eyes deep.

Lava City, the main hall of the city lord's mansion.

Inside the hall, the atmosphere was so heavy it seemed almost palpable. A faint smell of blood and a lingering chill filled the air, creating an eerie contrast with the sweltering heat of the desolate land outside.

Qin Yuan sat in the main seat, looking down at Chu Wuyue kneeling on one knee, and behind him, Yun Qingyao, Han Bing, and Ye Guying, all of whom were injured.

Chu Wuyue's signature white hair looked somewhat disheveled, her white pupils burned with the flames of humiliation, and there were traces of blood left on the corners of her mouth.

The ethereal mist surrounding Yun Qingyao had thinned and dimmed, her face was as pale as paper, and a tear had appeared in the pale yellow dress on her left shoulder, revealing skin covered with a layer of eerie pale blue ice crystals that were emitting a chilling aura.

Han Bing and Ye Guying were in even worse shape; they had to support each other to stand. Han Bing's chest was caved in, and he was barely breathing. Ye Guying's right arm was bent at an unnatural angle, his black robe was mostly frozen, and his face was covered in frost.

"Junior Brother Qin..." Chu Wuyue's voice was hoarse and dry, filled with deep self-blame and resentment, "We...were incompetent!"

He took a deep breath, suppressing the churning blood and the bone-chilling cold in his chest, and began to narrate.

"It was the day after you entered the secret realm, at dusk."

"The person arrived without warning, as if appearing out of thin air three miles outside the city. The disciples guarding the city only saw a blurry blue streak of light. Before they could even sound the alarm, seven Foundation Establishment stage disciples were pierced through the shoulders and thighs by ice shards that seemed to materialize out of thin air, pinning them to the city wall. Their screams were cut short as the cold air instantly froze their wounds and throats."