She had obtained all the opportunities within this Secret Realm.
It was time to leave.
Celeste Grant took out the Bone Whistle and blew it. A moment later, every Demon Cultivator in the Secret Realm who received the command immediately rushed toward her location.
In just a moment, countless figures appeared.
Most of them were dressed in black, wearing cloaks and veiled hats. Even those without cloaks were clad in practical, tight-fitting attire. They carried all sorts of weapons; one female disciple held a long spear, while a young boy had a large pair of shears strapped to his back.
As soon as they arrived, they all dropped to one knee in unison.
Everyone present spoke in a single voice.
"Your humble servants greet you, Madam."
Celeste Grant gestured with her hand.
"Everyone, rise. We're gathering up. Look around and see if anyone is missing. If everyone's here, we'll leave the Secret Realm."
