Chapter 52
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Chapter 52: Master of Heaven’s Secret Pavilion, the Eternal Divine One
No one pitied Tu Shan Saint King.
When great sages or quasi-emperors entered Godfall Ridge, they treaded as if on thin ice. Yet a mere Saint King dared to shout arrogantly on Godfall Ridge and even attack it? Those who courted death found it.
"This Tu Shan Saint King didn’t cultivate for long," sighed a Western Region Saint King. "In the Western Region, he was just the elder of a minor sect. He knew far too little about Godfall Ridge."
"He overestimated himself."
A woman in black’s gaze was ice-cold. Eastern Sea Dragon Palace’s Second Master lost his life in Godfall Ridge without a trace, and even after all this time, the Dragon Palace dared not send anyone else inside.
"Living beings exist within Godfall Ridge?"
Ji Xinyu was astonished. That burst of sword light undoubtedly came from a cultivator.
"Naturally," Liu Ningmei replied. "Godfall Ridge has endured since the Primordial Era. Countless dangers and opportunities fill it. It wouldn’t be surprising even if a Great Emperor resided within."
"Then why don’t they come out?" Ji Xinyu asked, puzzled.
Liu Ningmei shook her head.
Godfall Ridge held too many ancient secrets. Likely only someone of high rank like the sect leader knew a hint of the truth. Her own standing was far too low to touch such matters.
"Perhaps that aged individual knows something," Liu Ningmei said, glancing toward Elder Huang.
Not just her, Saint Kings from every region were focusing on Elder Huang. Simply emerging alive from Godfall Ridge marked him as extraordinary.
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
Right then, figures emerged from Godfall Ridge. It was the eight Saints of Southern Wilderness.
Old Ghost Fei wore a grave expression. That dazzling sword radiance just now, erupting from Godfall Ridge, had filled him with profound terror.
The other seven felt the same shock.
Yet upon exiting Godfall Ridge, all eight froze, stunned by the scene above them.
Powerful Saint Kings, radiating immense auras, looked down at them with expressions of astonishment, shock, or intense curiosity.
"Pure Land… Eastern Sea Dragon Palace… True Martial God Sect… Shaman God Temple…"
Old Ghost Fei, Fu Tianxing, and the others felt their scalps crawl.
This situation seemed colossal in scale.
"Approach, all of you. My esteemed friends and I require your answers," commanded the True Martial God Sect Saint who had appeared at the Cave of the Ziwei Saint residence. He beckoned them forward, his smile thin and unconvincing, sending chills down their spines.
Dare they refuse? Saint Kings from every domain had gathered and now fixed their eyes upon these eight.
"Why did the eight of you emerge from Godfall Ridge collectively?"
"Was it you who provoked the saintly heavenly tribulation within Godfall Ridge?" a Western Region Saint King demanded, his burning eyes locked onto them.
"Indeed."
Old Ghost Fei steeled himself. "We received guidance from a mighty expert, allowing us to enter Godfall Ridge safely and obtain the opportunity to become saints, ultimately achieving sainthood."
"A mighty expert?" The saint from the True Martial God Sect sneered coldly. "Is there such a powerful expert in this world?"
"If he truly possessed such power," Liu Ningmei also asked, "why would he relinquish the opportunity to become a saint?"
Fu Tianxing stated, "This expert is the master of Heaven’s Secret Pavilion in Linglong City."
"The master of Heaven’s Secret Pavilion only conducts transactions; he doesn’t involve himself in worldly disputes. As long as you possess sufficient treasures, you can purchase any information from him."
By now, they dared not conceal anything, laying everything out completely.
After all, any concealment could cost them their lives.
"Any information?" Liu Ningmei’s gaze sharpened slightly. She had never known anyone more skilled in divination than her sect’s leader, making her intensely curious about this master of Heaven’s Secret Pavilion.
"Any information."
The eight of them spoke in unison, their tone utterly certain.
"The master of Heaven’s Secret Pavilion is the true god!"
The eight sighed with profound emotion.
"How am I supposed to know if you speak the truth?" The saint from the True Martial God Sect snorted coldly. "It seems you force me to resort to soul-searching!"
"Every word we’ve spoken is true, without a shred of falsehood," they hastily protested.
But no one answered them.
Elder Huang secretly congratulated himself on his luck. If it weren’t for the protection of the black-clothed woman, he would likely share their fate.
Liu Ningmei remarked coolly, "They are saints from various Southern Wilderness sects. Their foundations lie in the Southern Wilderness. If their words are false, we can always hold them accountable at their sects. Why resort to such underhanded tactics?"
"True." The black-clothed woman from the Eastern Sea Dragon Palace nodded. "Just now, my subordinate also informed me that he became a saint by buying the information from the master of Heaven’s Secret Pavilion."
Everyone looked toward Elder Huang.
Fu Tianxing and the other seven looked astonished. There was someone else who did the same?
"If my words are false, may Heaven strike me down," Elder Huang vowed.
"Very well," the Saint King from the Western Regions smiled. "We shall tentatively take you at your word."
"You may leave now."
"Thank you, Seniors."
"Thank you, Senior."
Sweat pouring from their brows, they hurriedly bowed to the assembled experts, offered another salute to Liu Ningmei, and swiftly departed.
"Linglong City… Heaven’s Secret Pavilion…"
Liu Ningmei’s beautiful eyes gleamed brightly. "It seems we shall need to make a trip to Heaven’s Secret Pavilion."
The crowd, each harboring their own thoughts, dispersed one after another.
…
Godfall Ridge.
After the imperial sword slew Tu Shan Saint King with one strike, it retracted its murderous aura and was taken into Ji Zhe’s Purple Palace. He looked at Myriad Phenomena Saint and Ji Ning and said, "Let’s go out."
He took out a Command Token. On it was a character "Ji" in seal script.
To enter or leave Godfall Ridge, the clans residing there must possess a Command Token.
These tokens were forged using the laws of Godfall Ridge and could conceal one’s aura, evading the perception of the Yuan Realm’s Heavenly Dao.
The Ji clan was a major power in Godfall Ridge, yet they possessed only nine Command Tokens in total—each use depleting their finite supply.
Furthermore, once beyond Godfall Ridge, the token’s power would rapidly diminish. If the bearer failed to return within a set period, the token would dissipate into nothingness.
Without the token’s protection, the leaver’s aura would leak out. Sensing this, the Heavenly Dao would relentlessly unleash heavenly punishment until the offender was utterly destroyed.
Therefore, the ancient divine clans of Godfall Ridge almost never departed.
The slightest mistake meant annihilation.
Ji Zhe channeled his magic power to activate the Command Token.
The character "Ji" floated slowly into the void, unleashing a miraculous force that forcibly opened a new spatial tunnel between Godfall Ridge and the Yuan Realm.
"This spatial tunnel can only last for three breaths. Get in quickly!" Ji Zhe flashed inside.
Myriad Phenomena Saint and Ji Ning followed, rushing into the spatial channel.
Boom!
Three breaths later, caught between the rules of the Yuan Realm and the bizarre forces of Godfall Ridge, the spatial tunnel violently collapsed, everything reverting to its original state.
"They got out?"
The Saint Kings of the Peacock Divine Clan, Zhu Rong Divine Clan, and Tian Wu Divine Clan watched this scene, their expressions shifting in great change.
Envy, jealousy, and doubt were all present.
"I’ve lived this many years and never been out there," the Zhu Rong divine clan’s Saint King said, deeply envious.
"Why would they go to the Yuan Realm?" a man from the Peacock Divine Clan questioned, troubled and suspicious.
"Likely because of the recent chaos on Godfall Ridge," a young man in green robes from the humans frowned. "Ten new Saints emerging all at once, and safely at that—it’s far too strange."
"The master of Heaven’s Secret Pavilion undoubtedly played a significant role in this."
"We must report this to the clan leader."
Having said this, the man in green turned into a streak of azure light and shot deep into the heart of Godfall Ridge.
"Ji Qing is right," the Peacock divine clan man said, his brow furrowed. "If we don’t figure out the origins of the master of Heaven’s Secret Pavilion, would it be hard for us to sleep peacefully?"
"Since none of us have ever left Godfall Ridge before, why not seize this chance to visit the Yuan Realm? We could also test the depths of Heaven’s Secret Pavilion while we’re at it."
The others nodded.
It was true.
If the master of Heaven’s Secret Pavilion possessed immense power and could allow people to freely enter and leave Godfall Ridge, then Godfall Ridge would descend into chaos. Who knew what disasters might follow?
They had endured for countless millennia before they saw this glimmer of hope.
They absolutely could not let it be ruined.
