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

The disciples split into two groups, with men and women each entering a separate room.

Soft cushions were laid on the ground, and the air was filled with the calming scent of sandalwood, a stark contrast to the rusty and anxious atmosphere outside.

The disciples each found a place to sit or lie down and begin to rest.

One hour later.

Jun Mukong was the first to step out of the stone house, intending to gather his disciples and leave the ancient battlefield ruins to explore other places for opportunities.

Suddenly, he frowned slightly as he felt a slight tremor in the ground.

The tremor was extremely weak; an ordinary cultivator would not have been able to detect it at all, but he, possessing the Void Dao Body, was able to.

It is extremely sensitive to all fluctuations in its surroundings and instantly caught the anomaly.

This tremor was not an earthquake, nor was it an anomaly within the secret realm itself. Rather, it was the resonance caused by the footsteps of a large number of creatures running at the same time colliding with the ground.

"Something's up! Everyone on alert!"

Jun Mukong's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached the ears of every disciple in the two stone houses.

The doors of the stone house opened almost simultaneously. Thirty disciples filed out, their movements swift and composed, and within a few breaths they had formed a battle formation in front of the stone house.

Four flags were unfurled among the crowd, and the disciples who had infused them with spiritual energy activated their flags, causing four colors of light—blue, black, red, and white—to shine simultaneously.

Everyone instantly felt their bodies become much lighter, their bodies full of power, their spiritual energy flowed more smoothly, and even their souls became much clearer.

Fully rested, their eyes were filled with fighting spirit as they stared intently at the rising dust, ready to engage in battle at any moment.

Before long, as the smoke and dust gradually approached, Jun Mukong could see that there was actually a group of cultivators running wildly in their direction ahead of the smoke and dust.

A large herd of Black Flame Bulls followed behind them.

These Black Flame Bulls are robust, more than three times the size of ordinary oxen, and covered in hard, black scales with faint black flames swirling around them.

Jun Mukong looked closely and realized that the group of cultivators running wildly was actually a team led by Hou Tianqi of the Zichen Dynasty.

As they ran desperately, they continuously released spiritual energy and activated their techniques to repel the Black Flame Bulls that were about to catch up, but they were still unable to shake off the pursuit of the beast horde.

Upon seeing a team appear ahead, Hou Tianqi's eyes lit up instantly.

"Help—!"

Hou Tianqi's voice pierced through the dust and smoke, carrying the hope of surviving a calamity and an undisguised urgency:

"Fellow Daoists over there, save us—!"

The sound was still echoing in the air when she led her team towards the direction of the Holy Land's team.

Jun Mukong watched the monsters getting closer and closer and quickly made a judgment in his mind.

Most of these monsters were at the mid-to-late stage of the Nascent Soul realm, with a few reaching the peak of the Nascent Soul realm.

His individual combat strength is not as good as the four generals he encountered before.

However, their advantage lies in their large numbers and their extremely strong impact when charging. Once they establish a charging momentum, it will be very passive to confront them head-on.

If left unattended, Hou Tianqi and his group will soon be devoured by the wild bull.

Once the bulls charge, they will be in a vulnerable position.

"Let's do it."

Jun Mukong's voice was calm and decisive.

The moment he finished speaking, he had already dashed off. His figure was like an arrow released from a bow, so fast that the disciples behind him only saw a blur.

His spatial perception, embodied in the Void Body, allowed him to know the monster's location, speed, and attack trajectory perfectly.

He weaved through the horde of monsters, each step landing precisely between their attacks, each sword strike hitting their vital points with pinpoint accuracy.

A monster charged from the side, its head lowered, the bony plates on its head aimed at Hou Tianqi's side waist.

It was extremely fast. Hou Tianqi was busy dealing with the two monsters in front of him and didn't notice the threat from the side at all.

By the time she noticed the strong gust of wind, it was too late.

She instinctively turned to the side, trying to block with her longsword, but the monster's impact was too great; even if she blocked it, she would be knocked away.

She gritted her teeth, bracing herself for being hit, when a figure appeared beside her.

Jun Mukong swung his sword with his right hand, the longsword clashing against the monster's skull. The blade cut into the bone plates, producing a piercing scraping sound and sparks flying.

The monster's charge was abruptly halted. Its massive body rolled forward twice due to inertia, crashing to the ground and kicking up a cloud of dust. It twitched a few times and then lay still.

Hou Tianqi was stunned for a moment.

She looked at Jun Mukong standing beside her, at the blood still dripping from the long sword in his hand, and at him turning around expressionlessly to charge at the next monster.

His profile was exceptionally clear in the dim light of the day.

Her heart skipped a beat.

Hou Tianqi stood still, watching the figure weave through the monsters, dodge, and draw his sword. Every movement was clean and efficient, without a single unnecessary action.

In the Zichen Dynasty, she was the most talented of her generation.

At the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm, in his sixties, he was cherished by everyone.

Her innate sense of superiority made her look down on other young men of her generation—those less talented than her were beneath her notice.

There was no one in the entire Zichen Dynasty with talent comparable to hers; and she had never met anyone with talent stronger than hers.

Therefore, she has never been interested in matters between men and women, not because she deliberately avoids them, but because she genuinely feels that those men are not good enough for her.

But Jun Mukong was different. Since leaving the Zichen Dynasty and participating in this Immortal Emperor's Secret Realm, she had truly witnessed what it meant to be "there are people beyond people, and heavens beyond heavens".

Any disciple randomly selected from the Celestial Sacred Land could potentially surpass her in talent.

The man before her, Jun Mukong, was younger than her, had higher cultivation, stronger strength, and his appearance was in no way inferior to any man she had ever seen.

Hou Tianqi watched Jun Mukong's figure, her heart beating faster and faster.

She took a deep breath, forced herself to look away, gripped her longsword tightly, and rejoined the battle.

These Black Flame Bulls were far less powerful than the four warriors from before.

With the added boost from the four battle flags, the disciples of the Celestial Sacred Land have greatly increased their combat power.

Despite being outnumbered, the battle was one-sided.

The battle was over in less than fifteen minutes.

The disciples who still had the strength immediately stepped forward to clean up the battlefield.

Jun Mukong turned to look at the people from the Zichen Dynasty.

Hou Zhiyu stepped forward and bowed deeply:

"Many thanks to everyone from the Celestial Sacred Land for their help. The Zichen Dynasty will forever remember this kindness."

Hou Tianqi stood behind her sister, her gaze darting away, not daring to look at Jun Mukong.

Jun Mukong nodded without saying anything more.

His gaze swept over the injured disciples in the Zichen Dynasty's ranks, and he asked:

"For minor injuries, we have some healing pills here that we can give you."

Hou Zhiyu quickly waved his hand:

"No need to trouble yourself, we have prepared it ourselves and have already given it to the injured disciple."

Jun Mukong nodded and said no more.

Hou Tianqi stood to the side and secretly glanced at Jun Mukong.

He was spotless, his clothes were neat, and his breathing was steady, a stark contrast to the disheveled women.

She opened her mouth, as if to say something, but found that she couldn't say anything at all.

In the end, he simply lowered his head and softly said:

"......Thanks."

The sound was so soft that it was almost blown away by the wind.

Jun Mukong glanced at her, nodded slightly, and then turned and walked back to his own group.