My little sect, which disappeared a thousand years ago, has become a sacred site!

The moment they saw Gu Changyuan, all the disciples bowed in unison, their voices in perfect unison:

"Holy Ancestor!"

"Grandpa!"

Gu Changyuan nodded, his gaze sweeping over each disciple present, and slowly spoke:

"The Immortal Emperor's Secret Realm requires cultivators to reach the Nascent Soul stage, and you are all disciples who meet the requirements, so I have sent you here."

He paused, then continued:

"After entering the secret realm, Jun Mukong, Jun Anshi, and Gu Xing'er will form the main team, while Gongsun Qingling, Dugu Shiling, Xuanyuan Lanfeng, and Shangguan Zhuoye will form the vice-teams."

"The seven of them, each leading a team of more than twenty people, entered the secret realm."

I will provide you with communication tools at that time, and the seven teams will go to different places to search for supplies and opportunities.

They share information when needed, and follow the home team's arrangements. The vice-captain assists them in making decisions.

The main reason for choosing to split into seven teams is that there are too many people.

More than a hundred people were sent to raid the same place, and there weren't enough resources to go around.

That wasn't exploring a secret realm, but rather engaging in internal strife and wasting their numerical advantage.

Dividing into seven teams to explore different areas maximizes the search for opportunities within the secret realm, avoids unnecessary conflicts, and also trains the disciples' teamwork skills.

"yes!"

The disciples responded in unison, their faces filled with determination and anticipation.

Entering the Immortal Emperor's Secret Realm is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for them, and they will certainly not disappoint the Holy Ancestor (Pavilion Ancestor).

The ancient inscription above the palace slowly faded away, replaced by a muffled rumble.

The palace gates opened.

Almost at the same instant, countless cultivators moved.

Hundreds of figures rushed out simultaneously, like locusts swarming across the land, swarming towards the palace gates.

Gu Changyuan stood on the deck of the immortal ship, watching this scene calmly.

He turned around, looked at the disciples behind him who were fully prepared, and slowly spoke:

"Let's go."

As soon as he finished speaking, he waved his right hand.

As he spoke, he waved his right hand, and an invisible force swept across the entire area, precisely dividing the hundred disciples into seven teams based on their respective attributes, techniques, and offensive and defensive capabilities.

Each team achieved complementary attributes and a balance between offense and defense.

After the grouping was completed, Jun Mukong, Gu Xing'er, and the other seven team leaders immediately accepted the order and led their disciples toward the palace in an orderly fashion without any panic.

Gu Changyuan watched his disciples disappear into the gate before turning his gaze to the twenty senior disciples beside him.

"Since there's nothing else here, I'll take you back first."

He spoke casually:

"I'll just stay here and wait."

The twenty disciples bowed in unison:

"Yes, Master."

Gu Changyuan nodded, and with a wave of his right hand, a soft light enveloped everyone.

The next instant, twenty figures vanished from the deck simultaneously, being sent back to the Celestial Holy Land and the Heavenly Demon Pavilion.

On the deck, only Gu Changyuan remained.

With a thought, the silver-white fairy boat beneath his feet instantly shrank, transforming into a stream of light that disappeared into his sleeve.

He immediately activated a secret technique, entering a state of invisibility. His aura was completely concealed, and the surrounding cultivators could not detect his location or aura at all.

Gu Changyuan hovered in mid-air and looked down at his hands.

He slashed vertically downwards with his right hand, and a light screen that only he could see appeared in front of him.

His finger touched the "Cultivation Level" column and swiped lightly.

He changed the original display of the first level of the Tribulation Transcending Realm to the peak of the Divine Transformation Realm.

Gu Changyuan's lips curled up slightly.

He put on a white mask with a black stripe on the right side.

Then, a black cloak wrapped around him, so large that it completely concealed his figure, making it impossible to discern any features.

After doing all this, he flew toward the dark blue palace.

There was no teleportation or use of spatial laws; it was just ordinary flight.

Blending into the crowd, they were completely inconspicuous.

The moment he entered the palace gates, he deactivated his stealth and surged in with the crowd.

A faint force of rules swept across his body, as if it were detecting something.

Gu Changyuan sensed that power and his heart stirred slightly.

Then, the force slid through his body without causing any repulsion.

really.

By modifying the conversion unit of one's own cultivation level, one can evade rule detection.

The power of the system is far superior to the power of rules left behind by a Celestial Emperor and the power of rules of the Heavenly Dao of this world.

Gu Changyuan's gaze slowly swept across the entire palace. The interior of the palace was much larger than it appeared from the outside.

The dome hangs high, dozens of feet above the ground, and the ground is paved with huge blue stone bricks, each one polished smooth as a mirror, reflecting people's images.

A faint spiritual light flowed between the gaps between the stone bricks, clearly indicating that some kind of formation was engraved there.

The interior of the hall was extremely empty, without any murals or decorations.

But at this moment, the hall was packed with cultivators from all sides, densely packed, and filled with a cacophony of voices, making it exceptionally noisy and crowded.

At the deepest part of the main hall, there is a huge vortex portal.

The vortex was a deep blue color, slowly rotating, like a bottomless giant eye, silently gazing at all the cultivators who entered the hall.

All the cultivators who entered the palace focused their gaze on the vortex.

That is the true entrance to the secret realm.

At this moment, some impatient cultivators rushed into the vortex, their figures swallowed by the dark blue light and disappearing from sight.

Many others stood still in front of the whirlpool, waiting for their companions, observing the situation, or hesitating.

......

After Jun Mukong, Jun Anshi, and Gu Xing'er led the seven teams into the palace, they did not rush towards the vortex.

They stopped in a corner not far from the vortex, their eyes scanning the surroundings, and began to make final preparations before entering the secret realm.

Jun Mukong instructed his disciples to familiarize themselves with each other's abilities and techniques, and to devise a plan for task assignments and division of labor once they entered the secret realm, ensuring that the operation was orderly and that no one would hold anyone back.

Just then, a voice rang out from not far away.

"Huh? These must be the three disciples of the senior from the Celestial Sacred Land."

The sound was clear and crisp, tinged with curiosity.

Jun Anshi turned his head and saw a group of people walking towards him.

Leading the group was a girl who looked like a young girl—the very same girl who had previously remarked on the concentration of spiritual energy on the immortal boat.

Behind her followed a group of about twenty people.

There were young members of the royal family and guards in armor.

Jun Anshi stepped forward, nodded slightly, and introduced himself:

"Hello, Holy Land of Heaven and Man, Jun Anshi."

Hou Tianqi's eyes lit up, and he smiled brightly:

"Hello! I am Hou Tianqi, the seventh princess of the Zichen Dynasty."

As she spoke, she turned to introduce a composed woman beside her:

"This is my fourth sister, Hou Zhiyu."

Hou Zhiyu is considerably older than Hou Tianqi, and his temperament is more composed and reserved.

She bowed slightly, her tone gentle:

"Greetings. I have long admired the name of the Celestial Holy Land, and it is an honor to meet you today."