Published: March 3, 2025
Chapter 457: Unquestionable Confidence
"With the guidance of the Holy Flame Sect cultivators, the exploration of the secret realm will take no more than three days."
A myriad of thoughts flashed through Liu Yu's mind, and a mysterious smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
His original spiritual consciousness, which had reached twenty miles, was now suppressed to only six miles; it was needless to say how much more ordinary cultivators would suffer.
Based on his estimates, having two miles of spiritual awareness would be quite good.
The gap in spiritual consciousness had not narrowed; in a certain sense, everyone’s range of spiritual awareness was suppressed, which actually worked to his advantage.
Liu Yu and his six companions stood quietly under the decaying building, waiting patiently.
The Azurewood Tower remained silent, and the first layer of the secret realm was also shrouded in silence. They had no idea what was inside or whether Tang Tianbao was safe.
With the Holy Flame Token on Tang Tianbao, it would be troublesome if he was entangled by the guard puppets at this moment.
Thus, none of the six had the idea of wandering around; they remained vigilant, paying attention to their surroundings, and patiently awaited news.
In the stillness, time slowly passed, and a quarter of an hour quickly went by.
Suddenly, Liu Yu’s expression changed as he made his way to the entrance of the Azurewood Tower first.
"Saint Son."
After a brief moment, Uncle Yang, Zhou Ziwen, and the others noticed, and their curious gazes turned towards him.
They saw Tang Tianbao's face showing a smile as his figure appeared at the entrance.
"How's the situation?"
As he approached, a late-stage foundation establishment female disciple impatiently asked in a low voice.
As a late-stage foundation establishment cultivator, she should not have been so restless.
However, the current situation of the Holy Flame Sect was indeed dire; whether they could obtain the resources left by their predecessors in the secret realm was crucial to both the sect’s and their personal future.
"Everything went smoothly."
Tang Tianbao replied calmly with a slight nod.
"That's good, that's good."
Uncle Yang sighed in relief, his wrinkled face finally revealing a hint of ease.
Suffering relentless suppression from the Divine Sand Sect, the Holy Flame Sect was like a rat crossing the street in West Sand, unable to see the light of day, and had weakened to a critical point where a collapse was imminent.
If they lost even the most basic resources, he could hardly imagine the consequences.
"Rest assured, let's go."
Tang Tianbao's expression remained calm, and his demeanor grew steadier.
He was fully aware of the sect's current situation and understood his role; he needed to maintain composure and not panic.
Any cultivator could panic, but he alone could not afford to do so; otherwise, the consequences would be unimaginable.
With that said, Tang Tianbao led the way toward the next resource point.
Liu Yu, Zhou Ziwen, and the others followed, and the seven figures quickly disappeared from sight.
But no one noticed that behind them, a hint of worry flashed in Tang Tianbao’s eyes.
Within the secret realm, the vast majority of resources were non-renewable.
No matter how many resources were left by their predecessors, after three thousand years of extraction, how much could possibly remain?
How much longer could they hold out?
The situation was extremely bleak.
Tang Tianbao knew he could not disclose these matters; otherwise, it would only disrupt morale.
Some burdens were destined to be borne alone.
...
“Boom! Boom!”
In the silent secret realm, a few loud booms suddenly echoed from afar.
Hearing the noise, Liu Yu, Tang Tianbao, and Zhou Ziwen stopped in their tracks and looked towards the source of the sound.
In the distance, colorful spiritual lights shimmered erratically, and magical artifacts and spiritual artifacts flew chaotically.
It was evident that cultivators were engaged in combat with guard puppets.