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Chen Yi learned the formation Shen Yang had just set up with a single glance.

He had already mapped out improvements in his mind.

But there was no need for anything so complicated.

He simply needed to replicate Shen Yang’s method with his own hands—just one more arrangement—and the “Enhancement!” plus “Formation Master” trait tags would naturally amplify the formation’s effects.

Chen Yi suspected Shen Yang’s methods had revealed no anomalies only because the Ancient Wasteland Secret Realm was hidden too well.

Previous Guardians had never found the Path to Immortality, which showed just how deeply it was concealed.

The Shen Family had no shortage of resources. Shen Yang casually pulled out another complete set of formation materials.

With fluid, effortless grace, Chen Yi laid down an Immortal-tier Mystic Perception Formation faster than Shen Yang had managed.

Shen Yang watched, his heart pounding.

“Is it an Immortal formation?”Hua Wuyan and the Great Demon also recognized it.

“It is indeed an Immortal formation.”

Shen Yang was stunned.

“I may not have poured my all into the Formation Dao, but I know it’s far harder to reach the Immortal-Grade there than in the Alchemy or Artifact Daos. And he’s so young—a Martial God and an Immortal-tier Formation Master…”

Hua Wuyan smiled warmly.

“Each wave pushes the one ahead; the younger generation outshines the old.”

Shen Yang was speechless.

“The younger wave can’t just defy all logic, either…”

In everyone’s eyes, Chen Yi was now shrouded in an involuntary aura of mystery.

Every implausible aspect of him made him seem like an otherworldly visitor.

The superior Mystic Perception Formation emitted detection ripples that caused space itself to shimmer.

In an instant, several Martial Gods present simultaneously sensed something unusual and turned their gazes in the same direction.

About fifty miles from Chen Yi, a patch of midair revealed an obstruction: the evenly spreading detection ripples encountered resistance there.

It was like water hitting a rock.

The flying group quickly gathered. The Martial Gods stood at the center, with Martial Saints and Martial Kings flanking them on all sides.

“So this is the spot. How do we open it?”

Shen Yang stepped forward again.

“Let me activate a few Immortal-tier War Puppets to construct a Void…”

Before Shen Yang could finish, the Great Demon suddenly let out a roar, startling him so badly he flinched.

The pitch-black mass of dark clouds rapidly condensed, transforming into a pale-faced scholar.

The scholar had a handsome, striking appearance, with an upright posture.

But his expression was ferocious; he growled in low bursts, his face twisted with murderous intent.

He struck without warning, demonic flames surging. The sea below instantly had a layer of water vaporized, forming a terrifying eye-shaped depression.

Martial artists on the three islands watched, their hearts trembling.

“Rumble!!!”

The Great Demon’s fist smashed into the boundary where the Ancient Wasteland Secret Realm met reality. Countless spatial ripples surged outward in all directions.

“Crack, crack, crack…”

Space fractures spread like an unstoppable spiderweb.

With the same power, the Great Demon followed up with another punch—no skill recovery, no delay.

“Open for me!!”

The third punch!

Each blow was stronger than the last.

The shockwaves spread to the ground, whipping up sky-high waves and sending the islands into violent shakes.

Many martial artists standing at the island shores were knocked into the sea, then slammed back onto land by massive waves, tossed about like rag dolls.

“This is the power of a Martial God? Even mere shockwaves can shake heaven and earth like this—terrifying beyond measure!”

“I heard this big shot is a Demonic Cultivator who died long ago. If he were alive, how terrifying would he be?”

“A Demonic Cultivator? With a Demonic Cultivator this strong, wouldn’t the human world have been a living hell when he was alive?”

Someone spotted a blind spot.

The Great Demon was this powerful and was a Demonic Cultivator, yet there were few records of him going on killing sprees.

In truth, the Great Demon had killed plenty of people.

But he didn’t slaughter indiscriminately—he only killed those who were useful to him.

This wasn’t because he was good-hearted. It was because he was in a hurry.

He had no time to waste on random killing and mischief. He only wanted to raise his combat strength as quickly as possible, shatter the void, and ascend to the Real Realm.

The Great Demon opened the Ancient Wasteland Secret Realm with three punches, leaving Shen Yang, who was still fumbling for tools, dumbfounded.

The Great Demon shot him a glance and snorted coldly.

“Waiting for you to fiddle with this Dao and that Dao at your snail’s pace? That’ll take till the Year of the Monkey!”

Shen Yang was easygoing enough not to argue. In fact, he even praised the guy’s powerful fists.

A spatial vortex appeared at the point where the Great Demon had struck.

Unlike the space passages connecting to other planes, small worlds like the Ancient Wasteland Secret Realm and the Star Force Mystic Realm were essentially in the same plane as the human world.

So once an opening was breached, a stable channel would naturally form. The laws of heaven and earth would repair it very slowly—only manual intervention could shut it down quickly.

“The passage is open! All troops, advance!”

Like Doraemon, Shen Yang reached into his Storage Ring and pulled out a massive jade sky-ladder, connecting the spatial breach to the sea.

One hundred and twenty thousand elite martial artists from all corners of the human world stepped across the waves, weapons in hand, climbed the sky-ladder, and charged into the Ancient Wasteland Secret Realm.

“Take back the Path to Immortality!”

“The Path to Immortality belongs to all of us!”

“Kill!!!”

The momentum of one hundred and twenty thousand martial artists was awe-inspiring.

Their leaders had already rallied them before the battle, so Chen Yi didn’t need to worry about that.

Watching the brave backs of these martial artists, Chen Yi wondered how many of them would survive.

Risk and reward went hand in hand.

If the Ancient Wasteland Secret Realm could be taken, the resources of this mysterious region, hidden for countless ages, would belong to these pioneers.

Even those at the lowest tier among them would get a taste of the good stuff.

As for the other forces in the human world, they might not even get a whiff.

Under the protection of Li Family power, Eternal Success Emperor slit his wrist, letting blood drip onto a bizarre fleshy ball.

The ball twisted and transformed, taking on Li Wentian’s appearance.

The Eternal Success Emperor’s lips turned pale. He had suffered severe vitality loss but did not die.

Li Wentian stared at the breach in the sky and the martial artists climbing the sky-ladder into it, his eyes blazing.

“The Path to Immortality?”

Chen Yi heard this and exclaimed on the spot.

“Wow… no one’s even reported anything to you yet, have they? And you still know?”

Li Wentian glanced at Chen Yi, chin held high.

“In the untraceable ancient era, legend says the Human Ancestor discovered the Real Realm and left behind the Path to Immortality to help future generations more easily reach that higher-plane world.

The Human Ancestor appointed a group of cultivators called the ‘Wild Soldiers’ to guard the Path to Immortality for generations, preventing other races from coveting it or losing it due to unforeseen issues.

The original vision was noble. But human nature is greedy and selfish.

Those Wild Soldiers eventually formed a common interest bloc, abandoned the rules the Human Ancestor set for using the Path to Immortality, and claimed it for themselves.

This seems to have sparked a war of considerable scale.

Zhen knows only that from the moment those Wild Soldiers betrayed the human race, the Path to Immortality vanished along with them.

Zhen once speculated that the Path to Immortality must have been hidden in some undiscovered small world. Now it seems Zhen’s guess was correct!”

Chen Yi raised a trembling thumb.

“Brother, your knowledge is too profound. I feel like Old Shen wasted his thirty thousand years!”

Shen Yang, who had already entered the secret realm, sneezed.

Li Wentian’s eyes surged with overwhelming battle intent.

“No time to waste! Let us march! Today, Zhen will take the Human Ancestor’s place and clean house!”

A gust of wind swept past, and Li Wentian vanished.

Chen Yi looked up, seeing only Li Wentian’s back disappearing into the entrance of the secret realm.

“Now that’s a true big shot!”

Chen Yi had no doubt that Li Wentian could go toe-to-toe with him at full power—if he were still alive.

Martial Gods and Martial Gods—there were differences!