Three days passed swiftly, and Wang Quan, along with the other disciples from Yunxiao Sect, boarded the sect's prepared airship. The vessel was personally piloted by a Golden Core elder, who would lead them to the entrance of the secret realm.
The airship soared swiftly through the sky, its hull covered with intricate runes that shimmered with the light of powerful formations, keeping it steady amidst the clouds. Standing on the deck, Wang Quan could feel the landscape below speeding by—mountains, rivers, and valleys passing beneath them in a blur. At the bow of the ship, the Golden Core elder stood with his eyes closed, silently controlling the direction and speed of their flight.
Wang Quan stood at the edge of the deck, his gaze instinctively sweeping over the other disciples onboard. For this expedition, Yunxiao Sect had selected ten of its most outstanding Foundation Establishment disciples. With life and death at stake in the secret realm, it was crucial for them to understand each other's abilities and strengths, as they would need to work together to face both rival sects and the unknown dangers within the realm.
The atmosphere aboard the ship was quiet. Though cooperation was necessary, each disciple had their own plans. Wang Quan, too, understood that this expedition was not just about opportunity, but also a clash of ambitions. Strength and the fortune one obtained would determine their success or failure.
At that moment, a tall, sharp-eyed man standing in the center of the deck cleared his throat, drawing everyone's attention.
"Fellow brothers and sisters," he began, "since we'll be entering the secret realm together, it's only right that we get to know each other beforehand. That way, we can coordinate better once inside."
This man was Zhang Qiu, a Foundation Establishment cultivator at the peak of the realm. His imposing figure radiated an intense aura of lightning, faint sparks crackling around the edges of his sleeves. His energy was heavy and fierce, a clear indication that he had reached the pinnacle of Foundation Establishment. Zhang Qiu was widely regarded as the leader for this expedition.
His suggestion received nods of agreement from the others. Although they were all from the same sect, it was essential to understand each other's strengths to avoid being caught off guard in times of danger.
Satisfied with the consensus, Zhang Qiu introduced himself, "I am Zhang Qiu, skilled in lightning techniques, particularly in controlling thunder and lightning. Should we face formations or powerful enemies, I'll take the lead to clear the way for us." His voice was deep and confident, reflecting his belief in his own abilities.
The other disciples looked at Zhang Qiu with a mix of respect and caution. Lightning techniques were known for their destructive power, and the fact that Zhang Qiu had established himself as a formidable presence in the Foundation Establishment realm spoke volumes about his strength.
Next, the other disciples took turns introducing themselves.
"I'm Li Yuan, skilled in wind techniques. My speed is my strength, and I excel in scouting and evasion," said a thin disciple with a cautious gleam in his eyes, clearly someone who valued speed and agility.
Following him, a woman dressed in green robes spoke calmly, "I am Liu Ruohan, specializing in water techniques. I'm proficient in support and healing. If anyone is injured, I'll do my best to treat them." Her voice was cool, and her demeanor was serene, like a still pond. Despite her calmness, it was clear that she would play a vital role in maintaining balance within the group.
When it was Wang Quan's turn, he briefly considered how much to reveal. Then, he spoke in a measured tone, "Wang Quan. I specialize in the Five Elements Secret Art and swordsmanship. I can use five-elemental spiritual energy to combat foes."
His introduction was short but to the point, earning him a few glances from the others. The Five Elements Secret Art was rare, and its complexity made it hard to predict, but if used skillfully, it could be a powerful asset in battle.
Wang Quan, however, knew that while cooperation was necessary, he needed to keep some cards close to his chest. His Defiant Bloodline remained his biggest secret, and the sword techniques he had learned from Qingjian Master would serve as his trump card in unforeseen situations.
At that moment, another disciple—Li Cang—stepped forward. With a slight smile and a respectful bow, he said, "Li Cang. I specialize in water techniques and soul attacks. If there are traps or hidden enemies in the secret realm, I will be able to detect them."
Li Cang's eyes briefly flicked toward Wang Quan, the smile on his lips tinged with a hint of amusement. It was clear that despite their temporary need for cooperation, Li Cang still harbored enmity toward him. Wang Quan's heart sank slightly; he knew that Li Cang would remain a formidable rival in the secret realm. Though they were working together for now, once the situation shifted, Li Cang would not hesitate to turn against him.
After everyone had introduced themselves, the tension aboard the airship eased slightly. Zhang Qiu then made another proposal, stepping forward with authority.
"Since we've now introduced ourselves, I propose that we choose a leader to ensure that we're coordinated in the secret realm. What do you all think?" Zhang Qiu's tone was calm but firm.
The disciples exchanged glances and nodded in agreement.
Li Yuan grinned and said, "Zhang Qiu is the strongest among us, and with his Foundation Establishment peak cultivation, he should naturally lead us."
The others quickly voiced their approval. Zhang Qiu's prowess, especially his mastery of lightning techniques, made him a clear candidate for leadership. His strength would be invaluable in the face of whatever dangers the secret realm held.
Seeing everyone's support, Zhang Qiu did not hesitate. He nodded and said in a steady voice, "Very well, I will take the role of leader for now. However, I hope that once we're in the secret realm, everyone will work together and look out for one another. The dangers of the realm are no small matter."
Wang Quan nodded slightly. Though he did not know Zhang Qiu well, he had no objections. For now, they were all on the same team. But in Wang Quan's mind, he was more focused on the possibilities and perils awaiting them in the secret realm. There, the real challenge would begin—not just from their rivals, but from the unknown dangers lurking within.
With their leader established and an understanding reached, the airship continued its swift journey through the clouds. The Golden Core elder steering the ship remained silent, his gaze fixed ahead, seemingly already aware of the challenges that lay in wait. The entrance to the secret realm was now close at hand.
As Wang Quan stood on the deck, gazing toward the horizon, a growing sense of battle readiness stirred within him. The secret realm promised both opportunity and danger, and he knew he would soon face opponents of extraordinary talent.
The airship, a streak of light, cut through the clouds as it raced toward the secret realm.