"Thirty years of Refining Techniques, my strength has now reached its peak."
Zhang Yao thought to himself, smiling serenely, as he slowly stood up:
"It's time to leave the Secret Realm and meet Ancestor Zhenyang and others."
......
Underground at Prison Gate Mountain.
Ancestor Zhenyang and others had each constructed a simple dwelling, surrounding the Secret Realm Gate.
On normal days, they would occasionally exchange insights on cultivation and spar in Divine Communication Skills and Daoist Techniques, but mostly they cultivated in solitude.
Suddenly:
The Secret Realm Gate, silent for many years, unexpectedly radiated a kaleidoscope of colors, rippling like water waves.
"Hmm?"
This commotion immediately alerted the three of Ancestor Zhenyang, who instantly used their Escape Light to arrive at the Secret Realm Gate.
"He's coming out!"
The three exchanged glances, all wearing grave expressions, fixed on the Secret Realm Gate, standing ready.
"Splash..."
