Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8511: Three realms (1)

Zhao Hai guided Laura and the rest straight into the vessel. The moment they stepped inside, a massive gateway came into view unexpectedly. From the exterior, it appeared as a tiny opening barely reaching human height. Yet, internally, it revealed itself as an enormous portal standing roughly 100 meters high and spanning over 100 meters across.

The interior dimensions of the vessel far surpassed what Laura had ever envisioned. As their gazes stretched out, a vast plain unfolded, trailed by innumerable peaks. In the far distance, the roar of ocean waves echoed faintly. They couldn't fathom the true scale of this realm, for its vastness stretched beyond sight, with no boundaries in view. Even more astonishing to Laura and her companions was the presence of numerous demonic beasts. These creatures seemed native to this domain from the start, roaming about in relaxed harmony.

“Follow me; let’s check out the spot I selected,” Zhao Hai suggested with a grin. With those words, he activated his mental command. A sudden haze clouded Laura and the others’ sight. Moments later, they materialized atop a towering mountain. At its summit stood an immense structure crafted from verdant bricks and tiles, exuding an aura of antiquity. The edifice took the form of the eight trigrams. At the heart lay a colossal Yin Yang fish-patterned plaza. Black and white stones paved it, mimicking the Yin Yang fish design. It was spacious enough to hold 100,000 individuals. Truly, it was immense.

Zhao Hai beamed. “This is the dwelling I’ve set up for them. Should our numbers grow in the future, they can construct homes on surrounding peaks. Materials abound here, so they’re free to build as they please. Plus, this territory spans over a hundredfold the size of the Bloody Massacre Island. No concerns about overcrowding will arise.”

Laura and her group were utterly astounded. They were intimately familiar with the Bloody Massacre Island’s expanse. As the grandest landmass in the Bloody Massacre Sect, it transcended mere island status to become a full continent. Its area rivaled that of the entire Asian continent back on Earth. Immensely vast, indeed. Yet this new domain dwarfed it by a factor of one hundred. Its scale was staggering.

Zhao Hai went on, “I’ve incorporated various mines as well, sufficient for our needs. Moreover, this represents just one realm. The vessel actually houses three realms. This middle one is but the core. Beneath lies another, ten times vaster, designated for the devoted servants. The upper realm is reserved for us. Nothing particularly noteworthy here—let’s head to the top level.” With that, Zhao Hai’s mind stirred once more, blurring their vision anew. Soon, they arrived in a compact domain.

This domain wasn’t particularly expansive. Within it sat a modest estate brimming with diverse spiritual herbs and blooms. Beyond the estate stretched a serene little lake, bordered by an infinite woodland. Demonic beasts inhabited this place too, though all were diminutive varieties, exuding undeniable charm and cuteness.

Zhao Hai regarded Laura and the girls with a smile. “Notice anything? This is our private haven. I intend to keep it hidden from most eyes. It’s exclusively ours. From here, we can monitor the outer world and direct all external affairs. Essentially, I crafted this for you all. Soon, you’ll step forth publicly. Of course, we require the right moment for that now.”

Excitement surged through Laura and the other women. The idea that Zhao Hai would truly unveil them to the world had seemed improbable before. With this prospect now at hand, joy filled them. One by one, they dashed toward the estate. In truth, this estate was the Yin Yang Manor Zhao Hai had preserved within the origin space. All elements here pulsed with life, yet during his repose, everything synchronized with his form. This setup prevented any unintended discoveries. Additionally, certain playful entities chattered with Laura and the others within the space, ensuring they never felt isolated.

Once the tour concluded, Zhao Hai chose not to send Laura and the rest back to the middle realm. Instead, he allowed them to remain. He then departed the vessel and ventured outward. In a blink, he materialized inside the secret realm. This equipment-refining session had consumed a considerable duration—fully ten days. At last, it was complete.

Earlier, Zhao Hai had utilized resources from the minor city to forge a grand vessel. Unexpectedly, Laura and her group proposed a miniature version. Upon completion, Zhao Hai retained the compact form. None of the materials went to waste; he integrated every bit into the small craft.

Emerging from the middle realm, Zhao Hai gestured, summoning the small boat beneath him. He then piloted it directly toward the secret realm’s heart. His tasks within the secret realm neared fulfillment. Only the final phase remained before escorting everyone out. Yet prior to that, he needed to update the group to ease their concerns. Truthfully, Zhao Hai’s prolonged absence had already sparked some anxiety.

The sight of Zhao Hai gliding in on a diminutive boat left everyone dumbfounded. They stared at the craft in bewilderment, puzzled about its origin. How had he acquired such a tiny vessel? What purpose could it possibly serve?

Surveying the assembly, Zhao Hai noted Chang Jun and the others present. He gave them a nod and declared, “Keep up your diligent cultivation here in the secret realm. I’ll be away for no more than a year, or as little as three months. Rest easy about me—concentrate solely on your practice. Upon my return, we’ll depart this place. That’s when we’ll demonstrate our true might to the world.” With that, a vast talisman array ignited beneath Zhao Hai’s feet. In an instant, both he and the boat vanished.

The group stood stunned, but with Zhao Hai gone, words escaped them. They exchanged glances, at a loss for comments. Then Chang Jun spoke up, “No matter. The Sect Master surely has vital matters to attend. Our duty is clear: cultivate relentlessly. Let’s proceed. If breakthrough beckons for anyone, seek me for the necessary pill. No shame in it. Countless Island Master-level experts in the sect once relied on such aids. Don’t hesitate.”

A resounding “Yes!” echoed from the crowd as they dispersed. Cultivation demanded their focus now. Assisting with external affairs lay beyond their reach, even if desired. The secret realm’s teleportation array lay in ruins long ago. Without Zhao Hai to guide them, escape proved impossible. Thus, fervent training was their sole option. This held especially true for the Bloody Massacre Sect disciples. They poured everything into their practice. Though the sect had fallen, they endured. The mantle of its revival rested upon them—a weighty burden compelling their utmost effort.

In the past, mutual trust had been scarce among them. Lately, however, dozens of new Island Lords had emerged. Combined with Zhao Hai’s retainers, their ranks now boasted nearly 200 Island Lords. Such a force kindled revival’s spark. Though far from the sect’s zenith, it instilled optimism. Imagine if, one day, every one attained Island Lord status—couldn’t the Bloody Massacre Sect reclaim its former glory? This vision fueled their tireless cultivation.

The Ghost Wind Team members trained just as vigorously. Their loyalty to the Bloody Massacre Sect remained tenuous, hailing as they did from rogue cultivator backgrounds. The sect had bestowed no particular graces upon them. Still, as cultivators, the drive to advance burned within. Progression meant ascending to greater power, the dream of every practitioner. With this prime chance before them, they seized it fully. Hence, they cultivated with fervor, albeit slightly trailing the sect disciples in intensity.

Nevertheless, the secret realm’s ambiance had revitalized entirely. All threw themselves into cultivation. Idle wanderers were nowhere to be found. In this charged environment, even the laziest felt compelled to strive. Competition simmered too—witnessing a rival or equal outpace you through sheer diligence? Facing that with composure seemed unattainable. Thus, every soul in the secret realm pursued cultivation with unyielding zeal.

By now, Zhao Hai had departed the secret realm aboard his small bronze vessel. He rematerialized at the Bloody Massacre Island’s former site, amid the energy vortex. This spot drew him because it concentrated the sect’s densest killing aura and death aura. Refining that potency into his craft would elevate its caliber. Subsequently, drawing in energies from elsewhere in the sect would prove far simpler.

Zhao Hai’s expression remained serene as he eyed the swirling vortexes. He murmured, “This might mark your final legacy, yet its true potential unfolds only when transformed into our power source. Fear not—I’ll eradicate the Corpse Demon Sect, and I’ll ascend. To the upper realm I’ll go, and there I’ll vanquish the Corpse Demon Old Master!” His words done, Zhao Hai directed the small bronze boat toward a nearby energy vortex.

Even before nearing the vortex, Zhao Hai sensed its formidable tug. The one he targeted ranked among the smaller, yet it spanned about 100 meters wide. The pull genuinely startled him. Despite his prowess and the vessel’s might, it swayed him. This underscored the vortex’s sheer force. Yet it delighted Zhao Hai all the more. The fiercer the energy, the greater the boon once refined.