Chapter 105: Activating the Barrier

After waiting for a while, the four Supreme Elders arrived together, including the Purple Sky Supreme Elder, who looked young and whom Su Che had met in the Demon Sealing Realm.

As soon as Purple Sky entered, his gaze fell on Su Che, and he nodded with a smile, saying, “So you’re here too? Good for you—you’re willing to get involved in whatever strange affairs there are.”

Venerable Xuanji was slightly stunned and immediately stood up to pay his respects, asking respectfully, “Uncle Purple Sky, have you met my disciple?”

“Yes, I have,” Purple Sky nodded. “This kid is quite clever. He noticed me as soon as I showed up.”

Huh?

Such a random remark left the ten peak masters confused, but only Su Che understood what was going on.

“Not bad, not bad. He’s already reached the peak of Qi Cultivation,” Purple Sky said before turning and sitting down with the other three Supreme Elders at the front of the flying shuttle’s internal space. Yet he continued, “Xuanji, your disciple is quite good. Train him well.”

“Your disciple will obey,” Venerable Xuanji replied with a bow, his mind immediately filled with various speculations.

The other nine peak masters also had complex expressions, guessing, “What Uncle Purple Sky says always holds some depth. Could it be that he already predicted that Su Che could enter the Little Mi Immortal Realm and come back unharmed?”

The silver flying shuttle rose steadily into the air. It was unclear which Supreme Elder was controlling it, but it moved like a bolt of lightning across the sky, heading toward its destination tens of thousands of miles away.

Tens of thousands of miles!

Back when Su Che was still a constable in the Stone Gathering Town, he had heard that this world was infinite and had no bounds. Now, as a cultivator, he realized that while the world wasn’t truly infinite, distances of tens of thousands of miles were still terrifying.

It would take Su Che at least a month to travel those tens of thousands of miles by flying, as he couldn’t keep flying nonstop—he needed to rest regularly.

But with a Supreme Elder in the Yuan Ying stage controlling this unknown-grade flying shuttle, it only took a little over ten hours to reach the destination.

This place was an endless plain. It was hard to imagine how the Little Mi Immortal Realm could be located in such a place. Normally, it should be in treacherous mountains or deep, towering canyons…

But the moment Su Che first saw this plain, he felt a sense of familiarity. It was exactly the same plain he had seen in the hallucination while retrieving the Mi Xian Ling flag from the underground fire veins—that day, except for the absence of a giant altar. Now, there were no giants hundreds of feet tall on the plain, but instead, there were numerous cultivators gathered there. In the entire cultivation world, the major forces with the title of super sects included: the Ten Immortal Path Sects, the Ten Demon Path Sects, and the Eight Fiend Tribes. These twenty-eight super sects or forces could each send ten disciples in the Qi Cultivation stage into the Little Mi Xian Realm. Additionally, there were hundreds of larger sects, each able to send three disciples into the Little Mi Xian Realm. As for those minor and unimportant sects, they had no right to participate in this mission at all, as their sects generally lacked great cultivators at the Yuan Ying stage who could contribute anything to opening the Little Mi Xian Realm. In total, around two thousand disciples in the Qi Cultivation stage could enter the realm to seek treasures each time it opened, but those who managed to emerge alive never exceeded twenty. With such a terrifying mortality rate, few from the Immortal Path sects would willingly volunteer to participate like Su Che. As for the Demon Path sects and Fiend Tribes, it didn’t matter to them—they had ways to persuade their disciples to sign up eagerly, like fanatical believers ready to face death. Su Che looked into the distance but saw not a single low-level fiend beast; all the cultivators on the plain had human appearances. Curious, he asked, “Master, wasn’t it said that only fiend beasts at the Transformation stage can take on human forms?” His question implied that fiend beasts at the Transformation stage, with strength equivalent to human cultivators at the Golden Dan stage—i.e., those who had fully developed their Fiend Dan—could transform into human forms. But today, all the fiend cultivators here had human appearances. Could it be that fiend beasts at the Transformation stage also dared to enter the Little Mi Xian Realm and sacrifice themselves for nothing? Venerable Xuan Ji replied with a smile, “The explorers sent by the Fiend Tribes are also genuine humans, but they are humans captured by the tribes and brainwashed into puppets controlled by them, thus willing to serve the Fiend Tribes wholeheartedly.” Only then did Su Che understand. Fiend beasts below the Transformation stage had lower intelligence and couldn’t control magical artifacts, so they couldn’t do much in the Little Mi Xian Realm and were no match for humans of the same level. That’s why the Fiend Tribes created groups of human puppets to enter and retrieve treasures for them.

Apart from the 2,000 Qi Cultivation disciples who had come to explore, the plains were filled with powerful cultivators—over a thousand in the late Golden Core stage and hundreds in the Yuan Ying stage. It could be said that this was the moment when the strongest lineup in the entire cultivation world gathered.

At that moment, Venerable Mysterious Insight whispered, “We still need to wait two more days before the opening day of the Little Mi Immortal Realm. From that day onward, for a full month, the barrier of the Little Mi Immortal Realm will be weak. Such a weak period only occurs once every fifty years.”

Su Che nodded and said, “In other words, I can stay in the Little Mi Immortal Realm for at most a month. If I don’t return by then, even if I’m still alive inside, I won’t be able to get out.”

“Not necessarily,” Venerable Mysterious Insight smiled faintly. “Unless you can survive there for fifty years and emerge when the next barrier is formed.”

Su Che also smiled. To survive a month in such a dangerous place was already a stroke of luck. Fifty years? Just dreaming!

Next, the Yuan Ying stage cultivators from various sects gathered together to set up a concentration formation. Two days later, using the power of this formation, they would combine the strength of hundreds of Yuan Ying stage cultivators to deliver a devastating strike and break through the barrier!

These Yuan Ying stage cultivators usually, if they met, would either argue or tease each other before settling down. But today, they worked together in harmony, with none saying a harsh word. Such a peaceful situation only occurred once every fifty years—truly precious and rare.

As for those in the late Golden Core stage, they did their utmost to protect their disciples, ensuring they wouldn’t encounter any mishaps before entering the Little Mi Immortal Realm. After all, each disciple who entered was carefully selected and considered their precious treasures for the time being.

Two days later, in the morning, Su Che, who was resting with his eyes closed, was awakened by Venerable Mysterious Insight, “Disciple, it’s about to begin.”

Su Che looked up and saw hundreds of Yuan Ying stage cultivators standing in their positions, forming a complex formation in the distance.

Suddenly, a loud eagle cry echoed across the plains. A giant Golden Winged Roc took off, flapping its massive wings as it circled in the sky.

“The Golden Winged cultivators of the Feather Clan have divine vision and can locate the weakest point in the Mi Immortal Barrier,” Venerable Mysterious Insight said with a hint of mockery. “Every time, there’s such an old bird to pinpoint it.”

“Chiu!”

Shortly after, another eagle cry sounded. The roc’s sharp eyes emitted two beams of red light, shining on a certain spot in the sky.

This spot originally seemed empty, but two red lights, as if blocked by a mirror of water, immediately refracted into colorful halos.
It was this very spot!
Boom!
A thunderous sound shook the plain.
Hundreds of Yuan Ying monsters worked together—without dazzling spells or various magical artifacts, just the simplest and purest punch, straightforward and unadorned.
Through the power of the formation, hundreds of punches merged into one, forming a bright golden beam that instantly struck the weak point in midair.
Whoosh~~~
Dust billowed as a fierce wind suddenly arose over the plain. At the weak point chosen by the Golden-Winged Roc, a black hole appeared instantly.
The Yuan Ying monsters maintained their punching stance in unison, pouring out all their magical power to continue the attack.
In the blink of an eye, the black hole in midair began spinning, generating a powerful suction force, as if capable of devouring everything around it.
In midair, the Golden-Winged Roc instantly transformed into human form and roared, “Prospectors, enter immediately!”
Venerable Mysterious Truth said solemnly, “Disciple, you may go in now. I’ll take you there.”
“Okay, Master.”
Su Che replied in a low voice. At this moment, he couldn’t help but feel a mix of excitement and tension; the other disciples looked even more distressed, their faces pale.
Who isn’t afraid of death? Even the human puppets created by the demon race, as long as they have thoughts, will surely be afraid and fear death.
Like the other Golden Core cultivators, Venerable Mysterious Truth protected Su Che as they flew over, whispering along the way, “Remember, thirty days from now, the barrier will open again. You must exit through the same entrance. Che, promise me you’ll return alive.”
Che!
At this moment, Venerable Mysterious Truth was also inexplicably emotional, naturally changing the way he addressed Su Che.
“Don’t worry, Master. I will definitely return with good news.”
Su Che turned back with a smile. Just as they approached a distance of a hundred feet, they were sucked into the spinning black hole. The other two thousand or so disciples who entered followed suit, one after another, being devoured in succession.
Once all the disciples disappeared into the black hole, the hundreds of Yuan Ying monsters on the plain shouted in unison and stopped exerting force.
The bright golden beam vanished instantly, and the spinning black hole dissipated like foam.
The fierce wind on the plain ceased abruptly. The Yuan Ying monsters sat down one after another, taking pills or spiritual fluids to restore their depleted vital energy.

That brief moment, just over a dozen breaths long, was enough to make these Yuan Ying elders all show signs of exhaustion. It’s not hard to imagine how terrifying the energy contained in that bright golden light column must be.
Venerable Mysterious Insight stared at the spot where the black hole disappeared, murmuring silently—unknown what he said. Then, with a faint sigh and a complex expression, he returned to his original position and sat down in silence.
This wait would last a month, and like everyone else, he didn’t know if he would ever see that disciple who had just gone in again…