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

Such actions were akin to looting, with no intention of leaving anything for subsequent cultivators.

Gu Changyuan has always adhered to this principle in life, whether in the Nine Heavens Realm or in the Ruins of Chaos, he has never been polite to anyone.

Although the resources in these secret realms are indeed not top-tier compared to the ancient immortal materials and chaotic spiritual objects in his own space.

But who would complain about having too few resources?

Besides, these are resources from the Immortal Emperor's Secret Realm, so their quality is much better than anything outside.

Moreover, he plans to bring more forces into his system in the future, which will only increase the amount of cultivation resources he needs to allocate.

Stock up now so you can worry less later.

There will always be a time when you need to use it.

As he walked, a small figure came into Gu Changyuan's sight.

The little guy is small, covered in silver-gray fur, and his four legs are still a bit unsteady, so he waddles when he runs.

It ran around in the forest, and then, chasing a butterfly, it veered off course.

He tripped over a tree root, rolled twice, got up, and continued running.

then.

"Bang."

The little guy bumped headfirst into a big tree.

It paused for a moment, shook its head, took two steps back, and then—"Bang!"—it crashed into it again.

I was just feeling a bit idle.

Gu Changyuan reached out with his right hand and, from a distance, directly grabbed the little wolf cub in his hand.

The little guy was suddenly lifted up by an invisible force, his limbs kicked wildly in the air, and then he found himself no longer on the forest ground.

It raised its head and looked at the strange creature that had suddenly appeared before it.

A face wearing a white mask, and a pair of eyes hidden behind the mask, are scrutinizing it with great interest.

The wolf cub immediately bristled, let out a sharp cry, and frantically flapped its four legs in the air.

Gu Changyuan lifted its body with one hand, raised the other hand, and touched its brow with his fingertips.

A wisp of spiritual energy condensed at his fingertips, carrying a faint but palpable pressure.

The warning of death instantly exploded from the depths of the little guy's soul.

It was a fear born of instinct—that the creature before him could easily crush him.

The wolf cub's cries abruptly ceased.

Its body was stiff, its limbs drooping, and it dared not make any further movement.

Gu Changyuan smiled with satisfaction as he looked at its cowardly appearance.

He turned the wolf cub over, held it in his arms, supported its body with one hand, and gently stroked its fur with the other.

"rest assured,"

Gu Changyuan glanced down at it, his tone casual.

"I'll let you go once we're out of this forest."

The little wolf cub huddled in his arms, too afraid to move.

But after a while, realizing that the terrifying creature didn't seem to have any intention of harming it, its body slowly relaxed.

Gu Changyuan continued to use his divine sense to probe the surrounding environment, his sharp eyes carefully searching for special locations hidden in the secret realm.

......

Jun Mukong gripped his sword in his right hand and swung it down on the last gray-scaled crocodile in front of him.

With a flash of sword light, the head of the enormous crocodile fell to the ground, blood gushing out and splashing onto the murky water, creating ripples of dark red.

All around, the corpses of more than a dozen gray-scaled crocodiles lay scattered about. They were all about ten feet in size, their bodies covered with gray-black scales, as if they were wearing a thick layer of stone armor.

Its long mouth was full of sharp teeth, and even in death, its cold, vertical pupils remained wide open.

After discovering that the team had been teleported to this swamp, Jun Mukong used his Void Dao Body's spatial perception ability to constantly sense the changes in every inch of the surrounding space.

He had seen related records in the sacred site's documents, and that swampy areas like this secret realm were prone to hidden bottomless pits.

These pits were covered by thick swamp grass and murky mud, making them impossible to see with the naked eye.

If you accidentally fall in, the space inside the pit will be distorted, making it difficult to escape. You will also be corroded by the swamp's putrid energy, and those with low cultivation levels may even be instantly swallowed up, leaving no trace of their bodies.

Therefore, Jun Mukong walked very cautiously. Every step he took was on solid ground that he had confirmed with his spatial perception.

At the same time, he used spiritual power to create an invisible "bridge" along the team's route, ensuring that the disciples behind him would not fall into the void.

However, because the swamp is rich in spiritual energy and has a humid environment, spiritual plants are particularly abundant here, and you can see swamp spiritual plants that can help with cultivation everywhere.

Within the safe area confirmed by Jun Mukong, the surrounding disciples carefully picked the spiritual plants, their movements swift and efficient, daring not to be careless in the slightest.

During the harvest, they encountered a group of gray-scaled crocodiles.

These crocodiles usually lurk beneath the mud and water, blending into the swamp, making them very difficult to spot.

As the disciples approached what appeared to be an ordinary mud pit, a dozen gray-scaled crocodiles suddenly leaped out of the mud and water, opening their blood-red mouths to pounce on the nearest disciple.

Jun Mukong reacted immediately.

They first killed the attacking crocodile, and then, together with their disciples, eliminated all the other crocodiles.

After packing up, Jun Mukong led his team to continue exploring.

The fog in the swamp was thicker than when we first entered.

The air was thick with the smell of damp decay, and occasionally bubbles would rise from the muddy water, making a "glug-glug" sound, adding a touch of eeriness to this silent swamp.

Jun Mukong walked at the front, his spatial perception fully activated, not missing any abnormality in his surroundings.

About half an hour later—

His steps suddenly stopped.

A figure was rushing towards the group at high speed.

It wasn't the sound of footsteps or splashing water, but rather an extremely subtle sound of an object sliding at high speed through muddy water.

Jun Mukong was about to speak up to remind him—

A thick tail suddenly sprang out from a dense patch of swampy grass.

The tail moved with incredible speed, like a black lightning bolt, instantly wrapping around a female disciple's ankle. The scales on the tail stood on end, gripping her flesh tightly, the immense force leaving her no time to even cry out.

The female disciple also didn't have time to react before she felt a huge pulling force on her feet. She instantly lost her balance, tilted backward, and was dragged by the tail rapidly into the depths of the swamp.

The surrounding disciples saw the female disciple being pulled away with a "whoosh," her body falling and splashing a large amount of murky water.

"call out--"

In the blink of an eye, her figure had disappeared into the thick fog.