Chapter 153: Where… is this place?

“Kill!”

“Charge upward! The Treasure Trove is just ahead! Opportunity is just ahead!”

“Do not be afraid! The way to overcome fear is to face it!”

“Junior Sister Zhu! Where are you? Junior Sister Zhu?”

“Disciple-Nephew Wang Xing! Don’t scare this old man! Disciple-Nephew Wang Xing!”

“Junior Martial Uncle Wang Chen! Junior Martial Uncle Wang Chen!”

“Your Highness the Saintess, if something happens to you, what will we do…”

The Cultivators who made it to the final circle were teleported one after another into various pavilions.

Of the original hundred thousand plus Cultivators who entered this Secret Realm, only a little over thirty thousand remained now.

All Cultivators were divided into different pavilions, totaling over thirty in all.

Inside the pavilions, even as they encountered all sorts of monsters, they continued fighting their way up.

Mainly, they had no way back and didn’t know how to leave, so they could only go upward.

Furthermore, they believed that at the highest point of these pavilions, the greatest Opportunity must exist.

If Lin Xun, Jiang Qingshang, and the others saw this scene, they would surely frown.

Because the Demonic Beasts they were challenging were the ones they themselves had already killed!

In other words, these thirty-plus pavilions were all the same; they were all experiencing the same monsters.

These monsters wiped out one Cultivator after another, while the survivors continued to climb.

One person after another fell and died, with fewer and fewer people heading up.

It was like

raising Gu.

While these Cultivators were still engaged in repetitive slaughter,

on the other side, as if there was no end, Lin Xun led Wang Chen and Sikong Wangxing up floor after floor.

The Demonic Beasts encountered on each floor became more numerous and increasingly powerful.

However, before Lin Xun, it was always just one spear strike—no, one club strike. If one strike wasn’t enough, then another.

What puzzled Lin Xun was that he hadn’t encountered any other Cultivators along the way; it was as if only the three of them were in this endless pavilion.

As for Sikong Wangxing and Wang Chen, they both gripped the corner of Lin Xun’s clothes. Wang Chen kept her eyes on Lin Xun, her gaze never wavering for a second.

Sikong Wangxing looked at this sole Buddhist Maiden of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Continent, then back at Lin Xun. Wang Chen’s words to Lin Xun from before echoed in her ears again:

“It’s okay even if it can’t be resolved. Just like before, Wang Chen only wants to keep following Big Brother Lin, as long as Big Brother Lin doesn’t drive Wang Chen away again.”

Sikong Wangxing didn’t know what exactly had happened between Lin Xun and Wang Chen.

But in Sikong Wangxing’s view, the bond between the two was very deep, so deep that it wouldn’t even be an exaggeration to call them Dao Companions.

At the same time, Sikong Wangxing couldn’t help but compare her own relationship with Young Master Lin.

In Young Master Lin’s most difficult moment, it was Miss Jiang Qing who saved him and accompanied him through his hardest time.

And before Young Master Lin met Miss Jiang Qing, there was Miss Wangchen, whose eyes held only Young Master Lin.

Not only that, there were also Sister Nongqin and that Miss Su Ying.

Young Master Lin shared deep bonds with all of them.

But what about herself? Besides a formal status, what else did she have?

How much did she actually know about Young Master Lin?

Lifting her eyes, the young girl looked at the back before her—slender like a scholar, yet providing an incomparable sense of security.

The girl desperately wanted to know more about his past, even if she hadn’t been a part of his world back then.

“Damn? Another transfer?”

While Sikong Wangxing was still lost in her thoughts, she heard a complaint from ahead.

Next, Sikong Wangxing felt herself being scooped up by the waist, and her vision blurred once again.

In the next moment, Sikong Wangxing found herself transferred to a vast open space.

The ground was white, as white as snow.

There was no roof over the open space, only pillars that reached into the clouds. Some pillars were carved with ancient Shamanic Scripts, while others bore portraits of demonic gods.

Directly ahead stood a colossal stone statue.

The statue was a hundred meters tall with three heads and six arms, its face hideous. A black Phoenix and a True Dragon coiled around it, and it felt as though it was watching you no matter which angle you looked from.

“Thud.”

In front of She Qiqi and Su Ying, a massive Tiger-Headed Butterfly fell from the sky, crashing right at their feet. Simultaneously, behind them, cherry blossoms dissipated as a Centipede in the Early Stage of the Golden Core Realm was shredded into mincemeat.

A Centipede dies but never falls.

But now, it was as dead as dead could be.

“It looks hideously ugly.”

She Qiqi looked at the butterfly with a tiger’s head and kicked it away in disgust.

When this Tiger-Headed Butterfly in the Late Stage of the Dragon Gate Realm appeared, the Imperial Pressure released by She Qiqi had actually left the Yao Beast struggling helplessly.

The Yao Race royalty called it Imperial Pressure, but in reality, it was Bloodline suppression.

“Rumor has it that the Bloodline of the Demon Emperor’s Heavenly Frost White Snake Clan is comparable to the likes of the True Dragon, Soaring Serpent, Fire Phoenix, and Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox. As expected, you do have some skill.”

Su Ying looked at She Qiqi with a smile.

Su Ying had agreed to cooperate with She Qiqi, but it was merely an “agreement.”

In Su Ying’s heart, she had already imagined a thousand ways for She Qiqi to die.

“Miss Su Ying isn’t bad either. Before, I thought Miss Su Ying was just Lin Xun’s little secretary or a bed-warming Junior Sister. To think that you, who majors in the Heaven Gazing Technique, could kill a Golden Core Realm Demonic Beast in one move. It seems Miss Su Ying isn’t just a pretty face,” She Qiqi replied.

The two had reached an unknown floor of this pavilion; anyway, after passing the tenth floor, they had stopped counting.

During this time, although the two had a temporary truce, their verbal sparring never ceased, both being masters of sarcasm.

However, neither had tried to backstab the other yet.

This wasn’t because they were truly “kind-hearted,” but because both She Qiqi and Su Ying knew the other was prepared. Successfully backstabbing the other wouldn’t be easy; one needed a ninety percent certainty.

Moreover, the path ahead was uncertain, and for now, they at least needed each other.

But just as the two were about to mock each other again, their minds suddenly tensed, followed by a blur in their vision and a shaking of their Divine Sense.

“Alright, let’s continue up.”

At the same time, Jiang Qingshang struck down a giant Snake-Tailed Leopard in the Late Stage of the Golden Core Realm and sheathed her zilin immortal sword.

Jiang Qingshang continued to guard the front of Jiang Nongqin and Zhu Ling as they walked forward.

But as Jiang Qingshang took a step, she felt a bad premonition and turned around, wanting to grab their hands.

“Sister Qingshang!”

“Miss Jiang!”

Zhu Ling and Jiang Nongqin also reached out!

The three girls’ fair hands interlaced, gripping tightly.

In an instant, their vision blurred, and they vanished from the spot simultaneously.

“Where… is this place?”

When they regained their senses, they found themselves in a vast, open area.

Pillars reaching into the clouds, a massive Asura.

The white ground was like a snowy plain, stretching as far as the eye could see.