Chapter 126: Cease Disturbing Me from Achieving the Path of Sainthood! (Please Subscribe)
After a sharp whistle from Cheng Zhihai, his body swiftly swept into the secret realm.
Suddenly, the world fell into a deeper silence.
As Cheng Guang entered the secret realm, everyone around its perimeter eagerly surged forward, rushing inside.
After a brief clamor, many of the formidable figures surrounding the secret realm vanished in an instant.
Nearly all the strong warriors had entered it.
The Emperor of the Great Zhou gazed intently at the scene within the secret realm beneath him, his cold expression unchanging as he fixated on Cheng Guang’s figure inside.
He had once intended to quietly eliminate Cheng Guang, hoping to sever the lineage of the Duke of the Nation’s residence. No matter how powerful the family’s influence, without its heir, it would be like a toothless tiger, posing little threat.
Yet now, he was unexpectedly surprised to see Cheng Guang boldly enter the secret realm first.
From the emperor’s understanding, Cheng Guang was not one to act recklessly.
For him to dare lead the charge alone, he must have his own confidence.
But this only raised more questions for the emperor.
The aura that seeped from this secret realm was so potent that even someone of his celestial cultivation could benefit greatly, implying immense danger within.
What kind of assurance could Cheng Guang possibly have when facing such a realm?
The emperor’s gaze lingered on the entrance to the secret realm, his face clouded with puzzlement.
Apart from the emperor, the other celestial beings present cast only fleeting glances at Cheng Guang before turning their attention elsewhere.
To the emperor, Cheng Guang, as the heir of the Duke of the Nation, was significant, but to other dynasties or sects’ celestial warriors, he was inconsequential.
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Inside the secret realm.
Upon entry, Cheng Guang learned from his system’s task prompt that this place was called Five Dao Mountain. Yet it was not merely five peaks but dozens of mountains of varying sizes, scattered like a three-dimensional landscape painting.
The first sight upon entering was the aged gate of a Taoist temple. The purple sandalwood door, worn and weathered by time, emitted an ancient aura.
Cheng Guang observed closely: though the temple gate had endured many years, there were few cobwebs and little dust, indicating it was cleaned regularly.
On either side of the gate, two lines of poetry were inscribed:
“Crowned with the golden light of five sacred peaks,
Holding the jade hue of mountains and rivers.
Robed beneath seven stars’ swirling clouds,
Waist girded by the brilliant treasure ring.”
Before Cheng Guang could examine further, a sudden crackling sound came from behind.
He turned to see Cheng Zhihai rushing in behind him.
Cheng Zhihai, worried, approached and was about to scold Cheng Guang for his recklessness but swallowed his words.
He was a doting father and could not bring himself to be harsh.
Instead, he grabbed Cheng Guang’s arm, intending to leave.
“Guang’er, something’s wrong with this secret realm. So many celestial warriors from surrounding dynasties have been drawn here immediately upon its appearance. This isn’t a place for us.”
“Your grandfather is still in Zhenbei City. If anything happens to you here, I alone won’t be able to protect you with so many celestial beings watching.”
Cheng Guang smiled at his father: “Don’t worry, Father. This realm isn’t as dangerous as you think. Danger and opportunity are two sides of the same coin. I know what I’m doing.”
Cheng Zhihai’s breath caught, nearly rolling his eyes. “I’ve eaten more salt than you’ve eaten rice. Come on, let’s go.”
He glanced at Qin Beifeng beside Cheng Guang with a respectful expression, puzzled by the man’s sudden change.
Qin Beifeng was a peak ninth-grade Martial Emperor, just one step from celestial rank. Even if he had been subjected to some tricks, such a drastic shift in attitude was hard to believe.
Cheng Zhihai sighed, unable to say more. “Guang’er’s reckless enough, but why is Old Qin following him into trouble without stopping him?”
Qin Beifeng smiled helplessly, shrugging. “I tried to stop him at first, but failed.”
He added, “Since the heir dares enter this secret realm, he must have his reasons. I choose to trust him.”
Cheng Zhihai’s expression faltered. Suddenly, he heard a sound and looked up toward the secret realm’s entrance.
From afar, a series of howls drew near.
Figures emerged, all emitting oppressive auras, none below the sixth-grade cultivation.
They came in great numbers, swarming like flies.
Within moments, Cheng Zhihai saw them fly past his own position, heading straight for Five Dao Mountain.
“Who are these people…” Cheng Zhihai frowned.
Before he could finish, Cheng Guang quietly slipped free from his grasp, looking around.
Cheng Zhihai was about to speak when a series of piercing screams echoed nearby.
The strong warriors who had just rushed through the mountain gate toward the temple were suddenly attacked by figures deeper within.
These figures moved nimbly, launching swift assaults on the invaders.
In mere moments, many powerful warriors were severely injured—limbs broken, blood pouring from their orifices.
“Ah! Monkey demons! Monkey demons!”
“Their strength has reached celestial rank!?”
“Fall back! Fall back!”
The warriors who had just entered the temple’s mountain path were routed instantly.
What began as a small retreat quickly escalated until all had withdrawn from the gate.
The figures fighting them retreated with the fleeing warriors.
Upon reaching the gate, they seemed restrained by some force, emitting shrill cries but not stepping beyond.
All who had just fled were pale, gasping for breath, sweat pouring down their faces in large beads.
The air filled with the stench of blood.
At the same time, Cheng Guang finally saw the faces of these figures.
They were hardly “human.”
They were monkey demons, clad in Taoist robes, some holding scriptures, others swords—dressed like humans.
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