417: Defeated, mysterious old man

The sword light tore through the sky, instantly descending from above the Elder in Luxurious Clothing's head, unstoppable.

The latter's eyes flickered, and his brows furrowed slightly; facing a killing move of this caliber, even he couldn't afford the slightest bit of contempt.

Crackling.

Immediately, the staff in his hand unleashed the power of billions of thunderbolts, making the entire void seem to transform into an ocean of lightning, with terrifying power brewing within it.

Roar!

With a massive roar, a giant lightning dragon surged out from the ocean of lightning, also tens of thousands of feet in size.

After letting out a skyward roar, it shot up, carrying endless violent lightning, and lunged towards the already very close Sky-Rending Blade Glow.

Boom.

The two collided, immediately erupting in an unprecedented terrifying fluctuation, causing the entire secret realm space to subtly tremble.

This made many powerful cultivators, far away in various corners, look towards this direction with surprise and uncertainty.

As for the young Xing Yichen and Wu Xiao, they had long since fled into the distance, fearing to be caught in the aftermath.

After all, if they were too close, even the residual waves would be unbearable, enough to obliterate an ordinary Immortal Emperor.

Cough, cough.

After a long while, the residual waves gradually dispersed, and a figure coughed up blood, his aura weak, and his face somewhat pale.

It was none other than the One-Armed Elder; the hand holding his battle saber trembled slightly, and his momentum was far from what it had been earlier.

And at this moment, another figure also appeared in everyone's sight, naturally the Elder in Luxurious Clothing, though he too looked somewhat disheveled now, no longer possessing his previous composure.

His splendid attire was also torn in several places, but his aura remained strong; compared to the One-Armed Elder, he had only sustained some minor injuries.

Seeing this, Wu Xiao's mouth curved into a smile; as he had expected, the One-Armed Elder was no match for the Elder in Luxurious Clothing, and the victor was decided.

Xing Yichen looked somewhat worried, anxiously gazing at the One-Armed Elder, who had clearly been defeated.

As if sensing the former's gaze, the One-Armed Elder raised his saber-wielding right hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes calm, as if he had made some decision.

He secretly transmitted a message to the young man: "Young Master, this old man is no match for this person. Later, I will burn my spiritual power and forcibly send you away. From now on, you can only rely on yourself."

His voice was somewhat sorrowful, but it wasn't due to regret over his impending death, but rather regret that he couldn't truly send the Young Master and that pill away from this place.

Hearing this, the young man's heart trembled, and he immediately understood the other party's meaning. After taking a deep breath, his eyes gradually became resolute, and he nodded heavily.

"The Star River Overlord Swordplay of the Star River Immortal Sect is indeed formidable, and you, sir, are worthy of the title 'Saber Emperor.' Unfortunately, in this old man's eyes, it's still quite lacking."

The Elder in Luxurious Clothing commented indifferently, but the arrogance in his tone was impossible to conceal.

The One-Armed Elder snorted coldly and, without the slightest hesitation, directly burned the spiritual power within his body. His previously waning aura suddenly surged again, even showing signs of breaking through its limits.

Seeing this, the Elder in Luxurious Clothing's face showed some surprise; this action was tantamount to self-immolation.

Although it could grant powerful strength for a short time, as spiritual power was depleted, if there were no fortuitous opportunities, death was inevitable.

You!

His brows furrowed tightly, somewhat astonished by the other party's decisiveness, but he was not an ordinary person after all.

He instantly understood the other party's intention: this was an attempt to forcibly send away the Young Master of the Star River Immortal Sect.

Immediately, a look of amusement appeared in the Elder in Luxurious Clothing's eyes. Even if he could be stopped, what then?

As long as the exit of this secret realm had not appeared, they would surely still be caught up to; it was merely futile.

Boom.

Everything that followed indeed unfolded according to the One-Armed Elder's wishes. The power unleashed by burning spiritual energy was truly terrifying; even the Elder in Luxurious Clothing dared not confront it directly, only stalling for time.

The Young Master of the Star River Immortal Sect was also successfully sent away from this place, much to Wu Xiao's exceedingly grim and helpless expression.

Xing Yichen's expression was heavy, a hint of sorrow flashing in his eyes. He gritted his teeth and frantically sped forward, his future unknown... Meanwhile, the Chang Sheng Sect, which had once again taken to the air and was traversing the secret realm, had also been drawn by the power unleashed from the collision of the One-Armed Elder and the Elder in Luxurious Clothing's killing moves.

Especially the Huangji Ziyu Ginseng, whose heart once again sensed something. So he informed Lin Yan, indicating that the other half of the Dragon-Patterned Pill had appeared.

Thus, Lin Yan piloted the Chang Sheng Sect, following the former's guidance, and rapidly sailed towards a certain direction... In the central area of the secret realm, there was a desolate and mysterious altar, surrounded by four heaven-reaching pillars.

Around it, clusters of eerie green bonfires burned, having burned for an unknown duration, never extinguishing.

Due to the altar's central location, even if it was inconspicuous, it was still discovered by powerful cultivators.

However, what was strange was that when these people used any means to investigate, they all found nothing.

But with the appearance of some treasures and immortal medicines in the central area, a bloody storm immediately ensued.

What no one noticed was that the essence blood of the fallen powerful cultivators was siphoned away by some mysterious force the moment they died, its whereabouts unknown.

If anyone had paid attention to the altar, they would have noticed strange blood energy fluctuations around it from time to time, flashing by in an instant.

Buzzing.

A red bead covered in cracks on the altar was now emitting faint glows, as if something was awakening.

After a long while, the bead grew increasingly bright, and finally, with a 'crack,' it shattered.

A very illusory figure quietly materialized. He was dressed in an alchemist's robe, with an aged and dignified face.

His eyes were slightly bewildered at this moment, and what was most striking was his long green hair, which looked very peculiar.

The illusory figure was silent for a moment, then his eyes finally brightened, radiating sharp gleams, and his expression suddenly became excited.

He was heard muttering in a somewhat excited tone, "Heaven does not forsake me. After hundreds of thousands of years of slumber, this old man has finally seen the light of day again."

With that, he made hand seals, as if calculating something, then let out a long howl to the sky:

"This truly is heaven's aid! Perhaps this time, not only can this old man return to his peak, but he might also break through his shackles and achieve his obsession."

But soon, he sensed his current state and frowned, saying, "My divine soul power is now less than one-tenth of what it was. I first need to find a way to absorb some nourishment."

Moments later, the altar fell silent again, and the bonfires that had burned for countless years gradually extinguished.

In a flash, it had been over half a month since everyone entered the secret realm. Most of the factions had already gathered and were continuously exploring this place, and many had also obtained their respective opportunities.

On this day, a piece of news swept across the entire space: it was said that the legacy of Immortal Revered Dan Ding had appeared in the central area. Even if its authenticity was unknown, no one was willing to miss this opportunity.