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In the Secret Realm, ti has no aning, and seven years pass as if in a day.

On this day, when the last wisp of eerie Devilish Thought vanished into nothingness, the interior of the Space-Ti Secret Realm was already covered with countless densely packed black "lines," which were indeed space rifts.

Nurous chaotic and violent Void Realm Source Qi surged into the Secret Ti-space from the outside, incessantly destroying everything tangible and intangible within.

Up to today, this Space-Ti Secret Realm was near collapse, ready to be "breached" by the external Space-Ti Storm at any mont, rapidly heading toward its end.

A mass of purple Thunder Pool hovered at the center of the Secret Realm, Zhao Sheng draped in a Thunder Cloak, reaching out to capture a large, head-sized, magnificent Light Ball hovering between reality and illusion.

This magnificent Light Ball, primarily crimson and azure, mixed with a dozen other colors, embodied the manifestation of the Pocket World Spirit Core, now on the verge of collapse.

Zhao Sheng dared not let it co into too much contact with the Void Realm Source Qi, capturing it and imdiately placing it into the Suru Space within his forefinger.

The Suru Space is also an independent realm, perfectly suited to suppress the Pocket World Spirit Core, to be utilized in the developnt of the Original Cave Heaven upon his future breakthrough to the Unification Realm.

As soon as the Pocket World Spirit Core landed in the Suru Space, its brilliance brightened significantly, imdiately starting to adapt and transform this spherical space instinctively.

On the edge of the Suru Space, the originally deep and dark space barrier gradually exuded a hint of "color."

Zhao Sheng faintly sensed that this spherical space beca slightly more stable than before, and its diater seed to have increased slightly as well.

Yet he understood more clearly that this delicate change was rely the beginning, as the Pocket World Spirit Core resided longer within the space, its evolution would gradually intensify until both attained the optimal space-ti balance.

Crack, crack... boom!

With the Pocket World Spirit Core’s disappearance, the Secret Realm ultimately couldn’t withstand the external space-ti pressure, initiating its final destruction process.

One could see the colorful barriers at the space-ti’s edge being continuously torn apart, countless space rifts rapidly "growing thicker," with a massive influx of Void Realm Source Qi frenziedly flooding into the Secret Realm, akin to torrents pouring in.

In an instant, under the endless Space-Ti Storm’s strike, the Secret Realm resembled a colorful bubble that suddenly burst and vanished into thin air.

Every trace of its existence was quickly wiped out completely.

Before the Secret Realm’s destruction, a mass of purple Thunder Light surged out from within, swiftly shooting away into the distance along the space-ti vortex.

However, this Thunder Light didn’t fly far before suddenly coming to a halt.

Zhao Sheng restrained the Thunder Domain, his face filled with suspicion and uncertainty as he surveyed his surroundings.

He noticed that unknowingly, amidst the chaotic and hazy dark background, his surroundings had suddenly acquired another hue.

It was a green tint, vibrant and lively, billowing like mist, yet swirling like a vortex.

In a flash, within the scope of vision and Divine Thought sensing, the Space-Ti Storm was adorned with a faint green hue, forming a surging, boundless vortex of green storm, from which more and more intense Law Fluctuations continuously emanated.

Witnessing this horrifying scene, Zhao Sheng’s heart trembled, his thoughts quickly raced, and without hesitation, he activated the Ti-Space Great Teleportation Divine Power, vanishing into thin air in an instant.

The next second, a figure appeared over a hundred miles away.

Zhao Sheng scanned the area with astonishnt, realizing he hadn’t escaped the Void Realm, rely relocating over a hundred miles away.

Not only had he failed to escape the range of the green storm vortex, but he had even ended up in the vortex’s center.

This space was full of green vitality, with the bright erald glow of life far outshining the surrounding darkness.

At this mont, from the dense erald glow, a sowhat thin male figure slowly walked out.

Zhao Sheng focused his gaze on the man, scrutinizing him carefully, noticing his extraordinary aura, his eyes exceptionally peculiar — the left eye’s pupil glowed green, seemingly filled with endless forests, while the right eye’s pupil resembled a clear pool that perfectly reflected the surrounding space-ti scenes, appearing extrely enchanting.

The man’s face was square, with a high nose bridge, thin lips, and quite handso features, though his precise age was indeterminate.

He appeared youthful in countenance, yet his head of white hair was carelessly draping over his shoulders, clad in a worn robe, resembling an ascetic who had been in closed-door cultivation for many years.

"Oh dear! Young man, you finally ca out. Do you have any idea how many years this old man waited outside for you? The old man’s ti is running out, yet you wasted several years of it. Think about how you should compensate for my loss!" Yan Wuxiu lazily stretched and suddenly berated Zhao Sheng head-on.

Zhao Sheng’s pupils contracted, maintaining composure while bowing respectfully: "Junior thanks the senior for guarding outside! I can’t rest until repaying this debt. Whatever task the senior commands, the junior will go through fire and water without hesitation."

Yan Wuxiu’s expression paused, imdiately praising: "Not bad, not bad, a clever little fellow! If Brother Dan Yang had been even slightly as astute as you back then, he wouldn’t have perished in his pri."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Sheng’s expression turned profound, exclaiming in surprise: "Senior, I never imagined you were also an Ancestor Great Ability of the Nine Questions Immortal Sect. I apologize for my earlier disrespect, I beg the Ancestor’s forgiveness!"

"Forgive the ignorant!" Yan Wuxiu waved it off with indifference, then asked with a sly smile: "Kid, now you should know why this old man is here, right?"

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