Chapter 638

Chapter 638: Mo Sect’s Desperate Gambit

Stealing a resource Secret Realm nurtured over tens of thousands of years carried immense risk—a near-impossible feat!

For a major power like the Ximen family clan, even their less-valued Secret Realms had internal Formations guarded by protective arrays. Even a Semi-Immortal would need a full month to seize control.

Relocating an entire Small Thousand World was like walking a tightrope. A single strike from a Ninth-Rank Treasure during void teleportation would shatter the realm into Void Storms. Not even a Semi-Immortal inside could survive, while those aiding the transfer would face lethal backlash—certain death for those below Thunder Tribulation, and heavy injuries for Thunder Tribulation Immortals.

The Ximen clan currently lacked Semi-Immortal overseers—Fang Lie had confirmed this when his Netherworld warship was seized, undoubtedly by a Semi-Immortal. Yet they still possessed three Ninth-Rank Treasures. Any one striking during the transfer would spell disaster.

This theft bordered on suicidal. But Fang Lie and the old bird made a formidable pair. Fearless in death and armed with peerless Formation mastery, they’d hatched this audacious scheme.

Of the three required conditions, the Ximen clan had unwittingly fulfilled the first: their Secret Realm wasn’t originally here. They’d moved it themselves, leaving behind a control Formation with ample core eyes.

The second condition fell to the old bird. Already inside the realm, it leveraged terrain advantage, millions of Magic Spirits, and Mo Sect’s distant protective array to contest local control—though this would take time.

The third relied on Mo Sect’s full mobilization. Upon learning of the Spirit Jade mine heist, Mo Qianxun rallied every expert: fifteen Thunder Tribulation Immortals, thousands of Fire/Wind Tribulation cultivators, and tens of thousands of disciples. Once locked on, they’d channel the protective array’s full power to wrench the realm home.

The final hurdle? Keeping Ximen’s Ninth-Rank Treasures at bay—a task thrust upon Fang Lie.

After seizing the Secret Realm, the Ximen protective array detected the intrusion, battling the old bird for control while summoning Ximen Qingdong.

"Scram, kid!" the old bird roared mid-struggle. "Buy me six hours!"

"Six?!" Fang Lie exploded. "You swore three!"

Originally, luring Ximen’s forces three hours away had seemed sufficient. Now doubling the timeframe? With Ninth-Rank Treasures involved, even three hundred clones stood no chance.

The old bird feigned sheepishness. "Miscalculation! Mo Sect’s too far—I’m getting only a thousandth of their array’s power. This Formation’s tougher than expected. Five-six hours minimum."

"Liar!" Fang Lie accused. "You’re the Sect’s master Formation treasure! Your ‘mistakes’ are calculated!"

"Fine, I tricked you!" the bird admitted. "But this Spirit Jade mine matters! As Benevolence Token Lord-elect, it’s your duty!"

"Duty my ass! They’ll shred me in minutes!"

"Three hours actual combat," the bird countered. "Their return takes three. Unleash your potential—you might even kill them! Mo Sect’s fate rests on you!"

Cornered by sect loyalty, Fang Lie spat, "You’ll get your six hours—or my last clone’s corpse!" Dozens of clones stormed out.

As they left, Mo Qianxun’s voice echoed: "Bird Bro, isn’t this too cruel?"

"He’s Benevolence Token Lord!" the bird retorted. "Privileges demand sacrifice when the Sect needs blood!"

"Status report!"

"All hands deployed—over 100,000 channeling Magic!"

"Not enough!" the bird snapped. "Burn every spirit stone and pearl in storage! Feed the Cycle of Fire!"

"But our reserves—"

"What’s wealth next to victory? Empty the vaults!"

Enlightened, Mo Qianxun bellowed through the Ancestral Hall: "Dump all spirit stones into the Cycle! Today, we gamble everything!"