132: The oriole is unaware of the bird behind, while the fisherman reaps the benefit.

Three days later, in the central region of the Blood Slaughter Plain.

This was a barren Red Desert, where the air was thick with the smell of blood and violent energy.

In the past, this was where the fighting between the two sides was most intense, but today, it was eerily quiet.

Two groups of people occupied the two ends of the desert, clearly separated and facing each other from a distance.

To the east was the army of the Three Sects of the Righteous Path.

Tens of thousands of Cultivators wore various Daoist robes and held magic swords, forming profound battle arrays. Above them, three large banners—"Taixu," "Shenxiao," and "Qingyun"—fluttered in the wind, as noble upright Qi gathered into clouds, with faint sounds of immortal music and Buddhist chanting.

Leading them were three old men with unfathomable auras, standing in the air with solemn expressions.

To the west was the allied army of the Six Demonic Sects.

Dense black demonic clouds covered half the sky, and countless demonic banners snapped in the wind, the souls depicted on them seemingly coming alive and letting out silent roars. The demonic Cultivators each possessed an evil aura, their eyes filled with bloodlust and cruelty.

At the very front of the demonic army were three Devil Heads whose auras were no weaker than the leaders of the Righteous Path; they either sat on bone thrones or stepped on blood-red lotus platforms, with unrestrained cold smiles on their faces.

The atmosphere between the two sides was tense, like a taut string that could snap at any moment.

Tens of thousands of miles away, on the peak of a mountain, Chu He's figure quietly emerged.

He stood with his hands behind his back, calmly watching the confrontation in the distance.

Over these three days, he had found a place to refine the drop of Void Refining Realm essence blood he obtained from the Blood Fiend Sect's treasury.

Although it only slightly improved his Physical Body strength, it was still better than nothing.

The real feast was still to come.

"Everyone is quite present," Chu He's Divine Sense swept across the battlefield, taking in the strength of both sides.

Between the Righteous and Demonic Paths, there were nearly a hundred thousand Cultivators in total.

Among them, the number of Nascent Soul Stage Old Ancestors exceeded a hundred, and there were also over a dozen Soul Transformation Stage powerhouses.

But what drew the most attention were the six Void Refining Realm experts who stood above the rest.

On the Righteous Path side, there was the Sect Master of the Taixu Sword Sect, a green-robed old man with an aura as sharp as a sword; the Sect Leader of the Shenxiao Gate, a majestic middle-aged man who controlled lightning laws; and the Grand Elder of the Qingyun Sect, a white-haired old woman with an immortal air.

On the Demonic Path side, there was the Sect Master of the Blood Fiend Sect, a mysterious person shrouded in a blood-colored robe; the Banner Lord of the Ten Thousand Soul Banner, a sinister old man who controlled endless souls; and the Sect Master of the Hehuan Sect, an enchanting woman with natural charm.

These six individuals were each at the Late Stage or Perfection of the Void Refining Realm, representing the true top combat power of the Lingxuan Realm.

"A pity, they are only at the Void Refining Realm."

Chu He shook his head.

If it were before, he might have been somewhat wary of such a lineup.

But now, he was at the Great Perfection of Soul Transformation Stage, his Physical Body was comparable to a Magic Treasure, and his Divine Soul was strong enough to easily crush those of the same rank.

Moreover, he still had trump cards like "Dragon Dominates the World."

Even if these six joined forces, while he might not be able to easily kill them instantly, he was fully confident in protecting himself or even taking them down one by one.

He hadn't come today to fight.

He was here to be the fisherman.

While Chu He was observing, the confrontation below was finally broken.

On the Demonic Path side, the enchanting woman from the Hehuan Sect let out a charming laugh, her voice filled with seductive power.

"Old man Taixu, brute Shenxiao, and old lady Qingyun, stop putting on an act. The Blood Sea Secret Realm is about to open. According to the old rules, our Six Demonic Sects want seventy percent of the slots this time!"

As soon as these words were spoken, an uproar broke out on the Righteous Path side.

"Bullshit! You demonic villains are too greedy!"

"In previous years, it was always a fifty-fifty split. Why should you get seventy percent this year?"

The Sect Master of the Taixu Sword Sect, that green-robed old man, let out a cold snort, his Sword Intent piercing the sky.

"Madam Meigu, put away your petty tricks. You want seventy percent of the slots? Fine, come and trade your life for them!"

"Giggle..." Madam Meigu laughed so hard she trembled. "Then let's try and see. Let's see if your sword is faster or if the butcher knives of our six sects are sharper!"

After just a few words, they were at an impasse.

A great battle was on the verge of breaking out.

However, just as both sides were about to move, the Red Desert beneath their feet suddenly shook violently.

Rumble!

A huge spatial rift appeared out of thin air in the center of the desert and rapidly expanded.

On the other side of the rift was an endless sea of blood. A vast, ancient, and seductive aura rushed out from the rift.

The Blood Sea Secret Realm had opened!

"The Secret Realm has opened!"

"Charge! Seize the initiative!"

Someone shouted, and the Cultivators from both sides instantly saw red, surging toward the spatial rift like a tide.

"Kill all the hypocrites of the Righteous Path!"

"Slay all the demonic villains!"

The two crowds collided violently in front of the rift, and a tragic melee instantly erupted.

The light of Magic Treasures, the roar of Divine Abilities, and the screams of Cultivators intertwined into a bloody movement.

Cultivators were constantly falling in the chaos, their bodies dropping from the sky like dumplings, blood staining the earth red.

Yet, those six Void Refining Realm powerhouses still didn't move.

They just coldly watched the slaughter below, wary of each other. No one wanted to be the first to rush into the Secret Realm and leave an opportunity for the others to launch a sneak attack.

This war of attrition among low-level Cultivators was, in their eyes, just an appetizer.

The real struggle would only begin after entering the Secret Realm.

On the mountain peak, Chu He watched all of this quietly, his face showing no emotion.

He was like an outsider watching a play, enjoying a wonderful drama.

"Dogs biting dogs, leaving nothing but a mess of fur."

He waited until the slaughter below reached a fever pitch and most of the Cultivators had rushed into the spatial rift. Those six Void Refining powerhouses finally couldn't hold back anymore and turned into six streaks of light, rushing in one after another.

Until there was not a single living person left on the entire desert, only corpses and fragments of Magic Treasures everywhere.

Only then did Chu He unhurriedly descend from the mountain peak.

He strolled to the spatial rift that was still expanding, feeling the surging energy coming from it, a faint smile appearing on the corner of his mouth.

"Now, it's time for me, the fisherman, to pull in the net."

With that, he took a step forward, and his figure instantly disappeared into the blood-red rift.