Top-tier Unruly Master-Chapter 1602 - 1639: Xuantian Secret Realm

Everyone understood very well that this matter was indeed too serious. It should be known that not only were the most outstanding disciples of the Thirty-Six Caves involved, but also the elder brother of the Lake Master. The elder brother of the Lake Master was not an ordinary person, and everyone understood this clearly.

At this moment, after hearing Long Ren’s words, an elder replied weakly:

"Lake Master, there is nothing we can do to stop it. We can only leave it to fate. Please forgive us, Lake Master!"

Upon hearing the elder’s words, Long Ren stomped his foot heavily, feeling deep sorrow in his heart. He understood that this transmission portal was not something ordinary people could handle. Even he himself was powerless. He knew his elder brother and those disciples could only resign to fate!

"Damn it!"

Long Ren cursed bitterly but was helpless. At this moment, he could only watch the changes on the landscape painting with great anxiety.

...

At this moment, after Ding Fan entered the transmission portal, he felt a bout of dizziness. He quickly forced himself to wake up and found himself traversing through a mysterious and fast-moving passage. To Ding Fan, the deadly thing was that this transmission portal would occasionally fracture, breaking into scattered fragments.

Within it, Ding Fan couldn’t exert his cultivation at all, and the invisible forces within this transmission portal were too great for him to resist. He was at constant risk of being shattered by the space, but Ding Fan’s will was strong. He must survive.

Because many things were waiting for him, Ruoran, Qing Wen, Ningbing, and others were still waiting for him. He had to survive. He barely managed to muster what little cultivation he could, continually stepping on the fragments, rushing toward the front of the transmission portal.

But the speed of transmission was too fast. The things beneath Ding Fan’s feet moved swiftly, even faster than what is known on Earth as the speed of light. Ding Fan couldn’t see what was under his feet, relying only on his senses to keep running forward. Just as Ding Fan entered the complete transmission portal, the relatively intact passage beneath his feet warped into fragments due to spatial distortion.

Ding Fan could only keep running. Behind him lay the vast Infinite Abyss. Any slowdown would lead to an irrevocable disaster. He was well aware of this.

In the beginning, Ding Fan could still feel that he was not far from the disciples who entered with him, but now he could no longer sense the presence of those people. Ding Fan realized that they were likely separated, and he had no idea whether those disciples were alive or dead.

There was no time for Ding Fan to think about anything else. What he needed to do now was escape, to survive. For a moment, Ding Fan could only run quickly, striving to catch up with the complete transmission space. He didn’t know how long he had been running when suddenly his vision blurred, and his mind plunged into a state of chaos but slowly started to clear.

Finally, the ground beneath Ding Fan’s feet was no longer fleeting but turned solid. He slowly opened his eyes and was stunned by the scene before him!

...

At this moment, the landscape painting before Long Ren fluctuated once again, and another light disappeared. In the end, only four lights successfully reached the top of the landscape painting and then vanished. Long Ren and the others understood from this scene that only four cultivators had successfully reached the Xuantian Secret Realm.

Everyone breathed a slight sigh of relief, but the sadness in their hearts still engulfed them. Clearly, the losses this time entering the Xuantian Secret Realm were considerable. Just in the transmission portal, three disciples were lost; only four disciples reached the Xuantian Secret Realm alive. Given the survival rate in the Xuantian Secret Realm, having two disciples come out alive would already be quite fortunate.

Not counting the elder brother of the Lake Master, a total of six of the most outstanding disciples from the Thirty-Six Caves participated, and in the end, only two emerged alive. Such losses were indeed heavy, but it was still fortunate that not all the disciples were lost in the transmission portal. Knowing that the two surviving disciples could bring back enough opportunities and treasures would make this venture into the Xuantian Secret Realm worthwhile.

After all, such unexpected incidents are things no one can predict.

At this moment, watching this scene, Long Ren felt deeply worried about his elder brother’s safety, as well as the safety of those disciples. He hadn’t anticipated losing three outstanding disciples just in the transmission portal; it was truly heartbreaking. Eventually, Long Ren silently left the Purple Bamboo Forest.

After entering the Xuantian Secret Realm, nothing more could be seen in the landscape painting about those cultivators. Long Ren could only silently pray for his elder brother and the disciples, wishing for their safe return, hoping his elder brother didn’t perish in the transmission portal...

Seeing the Lake Master’s utterly sorrowful appearance, everyone felt a heavy pain in their hearts. The elders chanting spells packed up the landscape painting and, along with everyone else, left the Purple Bamboo Forest. As for the disciples within the Xuantian Secret Realm, they could only silently pray, having no other way...

...

Ding Fan opened his eyes and found himself in an endless desert.

"Could this be the Xuantian Secret Realm?"

Ding Fan murmured to himself. He was already quite sure that he had exited the Xuantian Secret Realm, but he had no idea where he was now. At this time, the Spiritual Energy in this desert was very sparse, and the endless yellow sand put Ding Fan in a bad mood.

But it was something to be grateful for that he did not die in the transmission passage. Ding Fan sat cross-legged on the spot because he had almost exhausted most of his True Qi in the transmission passage. He should meditate for a while to recover his strength and wait to see if Long Ren’s disciples could be transmitted here as well.

However, Ding Fan expected that not many of those disciples would survive. While in the transmission passage, Ding Fan felt as if he had been separated from the disciples, so their chances of being transmitted together were very slim.

Then Ding Fan sat cross-legged and started meditating. Although the Spiritual Energy here was very sparse, he quickly recovered some of his strength, although it was slower than in the Cultivation World. But it was barely doable. Ding Fan didn’t know how long he had been meditating.

When Ding Fan opened his eyes again, it was already dark, extremely cold, and the wind was fiercely blowing, mixed with sand hitting his face, which felt slightly painful and very uncomfortable. At this point, Ding Fan had almost restored his Divine Vigor.

But now, everything around Ding Fan was pitch black, and it was extremely cold. Ding Fan surrounded himself with a layer of True Qi for protection and extended his Divine Sense to carefully observe the surroundings. Eventually, Ding Fan decided to find a place to spend the night before continuing his journey.

Ding Fan knew that although he was in the Xuantian Secret Realm, there wouldn’t be any opportunities in this vast desert. Like every young cultivator entering the Xuantian Secret Realm, he came here chasing the many opportunities within, and he could only stay in the Xuantian Secret Realm for a month.

Of course, Ding Fan wanted to cherish his time and quickly get out of the desert. However, he knew that although he wanted to leave the desert as soon as possible, it wasn’t the right time. The night was too dark to see around, and this was his first time here, so walking in the dark would not be a wise choice.

Thus, Ding Fan found a shallow sand pit that was somewhat sheltered from the wind. He arranged a simple Defensive Array around himself and sat down to continue meditating within it.

But it wasn’t long before Ding Fan heard a dense, faint scratching sound. He slowly opened his eyes and was startled. There were countless scorpion-like creatures surrounding him, larger than ordinary scorpions. They also had long, curved tails with a very sharp stinger at the end.

Ding Fan tried to assess them, but he didn’t know what they were. He was fairly sure that being stung by these creatures would not end well. There were hundreds or even thousands of them around, continually closing in on Ding Fan, enough to make the hair on one’s head stand up in horror.

Then, Ding Fan quickly took out some Formation Spirit Stones and reinforced the Defensive Array around him before those scorpion-like creatures could reach him. Having not encountered such creatures in the Cultivation World before and never fought against them, Ding Fan didn’t dare underestimate their strength, and reinforcing the Defensive Array seemed prudent.

But just as Ding Fan was about to fortify the Defensive Array, the "scorpions" around suddenly rushed toward him at high speed. Many "scorpions" collided with Ding Fan’s Defensive Array, causing constant sounds and a terrifying scene.

Bang bang bang!

Seeing this, Ding Fan swiftly reinforced the Defensive Array underfoot. However, despite the reinforcement, the scorpions’ attacks were so ferocious that cracks soon appeared in the array. Ding Fan immediately drew his flying sword and fiercely slashed it at the scorpions attacking the formation, releasing his Divine Vigor.

Swish swish swish!

Instantly, Ding Fan’s flying sword repeatedly slashed at the "scorpions," but fortunately, his flying sword was quite sharp, killing a scorpion with a single stroke. However, to Ding Fan’s dismay, there were just too many scorpions around. He checked with his Divine Sense and was shocked; within a few hundred meters around him, it was all such scorpions, slowly approaching him. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

Ding Fan’s scalp tingled, and he quickly withdrew his Divine Sense. His face grew grim as he hadn’t expected so many "scorpions" to be here. As he swung his sword, he desperately pondered an escape strategy, knowing that so many scorpions were beyond his ability to handle. His Defensive Array would definitely not hold for much longer.

Ding Fan estimated it wouldn’t be long before his Defensive Array would be breached by the scorpions, and by then, he wouldn’t be as relaxed as now. Although his cultivation was decent, he certainly couldn’t handle so many scorpions. If the Defensive Array fell, he knew he wouldn’t last long!