Very soon the entrance of the secret realm was full of rogue cultivators and some cultivators from transcendent forces and even some independent sages came to try their luck.
"What a terrifying aura; that coercion is terrifying," a young cultivator gasped as he saw a middle aged man pass them in a flash.
"That is a sage, he probably came here to try his luck," his companion said with certainty.
"But I heard there is an age limit, set by the ancient emperor," another said in schadenfreude.
Some people distanced themselves from him as the saying :' misfortune comes from the mouth.'
Exactly few seconds later the said sage glared at the young cultivator like a predator looking at his prey.
"Damn! That's bloody hand sage!" somebody exclaimed.
The young cultivator shivered. Bloody hand sage is an infamous dao ancestor sage, who has done a lot of evil.
He cultivates the blood morph technique, which is a part of a lost vicious scripture that replenishes his bloodline by killing others and drinking their blood.
Sometime ago the Heavenly Dao sect disciples besieged him in the name of purging the scourge but he still got away while injuring some of them.
The truth is that killing him will give the killer a huge amount of providence since the great dao abhors his evil deeds.
While people still talking an extreme terrifying coercion burst out from a distance away.
"What a strong dragon might!" the rogue cultivators exclaimed.
Their faces turn solemn, especially those with mixed or thin dragon bloodline. They felt like prostrating and worshipping him.
"That's the genius of Dragon clan, Maht!" someone said.
"I heard he has cultivated the twelve changes of true dragon to the seventh level and his dragon physique have undergone the major tribulation" someone said.
"Seventh level? Major tribulation? That means his physically comparable to a great dao sage, he can even fight with a dao ancestor sage with his physique alone," someone said solemnly.
Emperor physiques have various phases from initial to perfection stage. Major completion is just a step away from perfection which is equal to an emperor real expert.
The flight artifact shaped like a dragon is an emperor artifact, on the front stood a very tall young, with handsome face and a very muscular physique.
Every step he takes is filled with power. Other heaven chosen from dragon clan stood behind him.
A moment later another terrifying coercion no less than the one of Maht came from the distance.
The bloody hand sage snorted in disdain and vanished from the site. People heaved a sigh of relief.
"That's Heavenly Dao Sect heaven chosen Grayl, that aura maybe he really had reached level seven in Nirvana scripture," a sage rogue cultivator exclaimed in shock.
Grayl came and overlooked everyone his eyes only rested on Maht. They were both sizing each other up.
'It seems that getting the inheritance won't be easy,' they both thought.
They nodded at each other and looked towards the secret realm while waiting for other heaven chosen.
This is their era, the era of battle!
Suddenly there appeared something like two suns shining with great pressure, some people with lower cultivation knelt down on their feet with gloomy faces.
"Damn Divine beast Pavilion!" someone uttered
Maht erupted with a terrible coercion of his own, his eyes filled with battle intent and anger.
"Hmph, seems like you have improved a little bit Larad," he snorted
"Haha not so much," Larad sneered as the ship like artifact came to a stop.
Larad didn't appear to be angry, he kept smiling, his handsome face shining like the sun attracting various female cultivators.
"So handsome, if only I can be his concubine," a female cultivator said gulping down. Some ladies thee glared at her
"Go look at yourself in the mirror," another sneered.
Some started quarrelling while others were making moves to communicate their intents but Larad smile through it all.
"It seems you have a breakthrough in the Sun art?" Grayl asked meaningfully.
"Hehe just a little improvement nothing else," Larad said in moderation appearing like a gentleman.
"Sissy," Maht snorted not concerning himself with Larad again.
A deep frown appeared on Larad's face but it recovered almost immediately but the coldness in his eyes intensified.
"I heard the Dragon clan and the Divine beast Pavilion are not friendly with each other recently and it seems to be true," someone said.
People started discussing spirited.
"I think it is because of a mine," another person chimed.
"A mine? What sort of mine would make them shed all pretenses of cordiality?" another asked puzzled.
"Falur iron!"
This name sounded like thunder piercing the ears of the people around. Who doesn't know that falur iron is a transcendent material but the most important thing about it is durability making it perfect fit for building warship to the multiverse and the chaos.
It can only be chanced upon by even transcendent forces, some 1st rank forces don't necessarily have it because all the mines have been monopolized by emperor level forces.
"Hmph that serves them right," someone said gnashing his teeth.
It seems like he had suffered from lack of resources thereby stagnating his cultivation.
The multiverse is boundless, there are many universes that are almost as strong as Lhney.
Lhney is the central universe but the resources cannot necessarily support her populace.
So warships are very important in conquering these lower worlds and even great worlds in the multiverse and the chaos.
A "hum" sound was heard from the distance, everybody turned their heads to see a group of people standing erect in an imposing manner, sharp with a lingering intense sword intent around them especially the leader of the group.
"Sword Sect is Sword Sect, such an imposing manner," someone said in admiration.
Countless people shared the same sentiment. Sword Sect is the holy land in the heart of all swordsmen in the world, even in the chaos.
It is said that the current senior brother is from a very powerful hidden clan in the chaos.
Loret nodded at the various geniuses and found a corner to settle down while waiting for the secret realm to open.
He really didn't put these geniuses in his eyes at all.
But nobody can blame him, swordsmen are known for their sharp senses and strong attacking power.
Genius swordsmen like Loret rarely have opponents in the same cultivation realm.
The other heavens chosen didn't care either.
"Northern empire is not yet here," someone commented after scanning all the geniuses.
"They would come, I especially want to see the lecherous sword immortal," someone sneered.
People laughed. Maybe he had suffered in the hands of the crown prince.
Many male cultivators hate him, but they can't do anything to him because he had never molested any girl by force.
The problem is that they couldn't wrap their heads around how he manages to woo every lady he comes across and fuck them and they never complain.
"Now that he is married at least we can move around with our girlfriends again," someone sighed in relief.
"Whoosh! Whoosh!"
"What a grand entrance, Northern empire is here," someone said in admiration.
Two people stood in front one radiates an immortal fragrance, extremely handsome with a dark silver hair, his imposing manner doesn't lose out to other heaven chosen.
That is the infamous lecherous sword immortal crown prince Tarh Vaharyl.
The other looks very handsome with delicate skin and muscular build, his eyes look like stars, his imposing manner doesn't lose out lose out to Tarh at all.
That is Mavlak Eyme.
Behind them stood a tall beautiful girl with silver eyes, long black hair and a stunning perky butt.
Her body exudes a natural coldness which is in contrast to her alluring and hot temperament, making her even more enchanting.
That is Aolig Eyme also known as flower fairy.
"Flower fairy is now in mortal-dust realm?" someone exclaimed.
Some people couldn't help but scan her with divine senses and they were astonished.
"A real genius, reaching this realm at this age, she might breakthrough to sage realm before seventeen years," another genius said dispiritedly.