Longevity Martial Arts: Grinding Experience in the Chaotic World Chapter 1583 - 814: Unrelated Persons, Leave Immediately_2

However, for reasons unknown, it crumbled overnight, turning into ruins. Since then, martial arts in East Desolation have gradually declined, no longer basking in ancient glory. Rumors say that the decline of East Desolation might be closely linked to the fall of the Wuya Holy Land!"

"More importantly," Zhao Boyang’s voice carried a deeper meaning.

"Nowadays, in Great Wilderness City’s Heaven City, there exists a faction known as the ’Wuya Sect.’ This sect is said to have formed when some residual disciples sought refuge with the Great Wilderness Holy Academy after the demise of Wuya Holy Land.

They appear to be affiliated with the Holy Academy, but secretly regard themselves as the legitimate successors of the Holy Land, never forgetting their ambition to restore its former glory! With the current disturbance in the secret realm, the disciples of the Holy Academy are trapped. It’s hard to say whether this is somehow related to the Wuya Sect!"

Gu Sheng listened quietly, his gaze deep. Wuya Holy Land? Wuya Sect? Restoring glory?

These pieces of information seemed to faintly connect with some hidden things he knew.

"So," Zhao Boyang concluded.

"In this mission, we not only need to rescue Junior Sister Bai and the others but also be wary of other forces that may exist within the secret realm, especially... people from the Wuya Sect! If they have some designs here, they won’t let us succeed easily."

While speaking, they had arrived at the edge of a vast palace complex.

Viewed up close, the ancient and dilapidated nature of these buildings was more palpable.

Huge black stone pillars were fractured and toppled, exquisite carvings eroded by time until unrecognizable, and gigantic stone blocks and unknown metal fragments were strewn across the ground.

The air was thick with an atmosphere of deathly silence and decay, and faint, intermittent sounds of wind could be heard whistling through the ruins.

"The Soul Burial Tower is right there!"

Zhao Boyang pointed to the towering black spire deep within the palace complex.

"The last distress signal from Junior Sister Bai and her team came from beneath the tower! We..."

Before he could finish, Gu Sheng suddenly fixated his gaze, sharp as lightning, on a shadow in a relatively intact palace ruin ahead!

"Someone!"

Gu Yuanyuan simultaneously exclaimed!

In that shadow, several blurred figures flashed by at great speed, darting toward the Soul Burial Tower!

Gu Sheng’s gaze paused briefly on Jin’er, and a hidden, unusual ripple—like a stone cast into deep water—left ripples in his heart, though it stirred no waves.

He turned to Zhao Boyang, his tone neutral.

"Brother Zhao, what is the position of the Wuya Sect within the Great Wilderness Holy Academy?"

Zhao Boyang quickly responded while cautiously observing the surrounding palace ruins.

"Though the Wuya Sect appears to affiliate with the Holy Academy, in truth, it has a deep foundation and formidable strength, ranking as one of the top sects in Heaven City! Their Sect Master’s cultivation is unfathomable, and brilliant talents emerge from their ranks. Currently, two out of the top three on the Holy Academy’s True Inheritance List are from the Wuya Sect!"

He paused, lowering his voice with gravity.

"One of them is the Sect Master’s direct disciple, Xiao Beixuan! This individual is extraordinarily gifted, unparalleled in combat, and consistently holds the top position on the True Inheritance List, elusive like a Divine Dragon!

The other is Xia Fuqu, whose reputation has risen sharply in recent years! Her background is mysterious, her methods uncanny, and she is reportedly deeply trained in Wuya Sect’s core inheritance, her strength equally inscrutable!"

Xiao Beixuan? Xia Fuqu?

Gu Sheng’s eyes flickered as his mind raced with thoughts. Venerable Ming River... He had heard of this name before, a notorious ancient figure known for eerie methods and the powerful force of divine soul.

If their residual soul or legacy is hidden within the Wuya Sect, then... one of Xiao Beixuan or Xia Fuqu could very likely be the chosen host or pawn!

While Gu Sheng pondered, Jin’er, who had been silently observing, suddenly uttered a low exclamation, pointing toward the eastern side of the Soul Burial Tower in the Thousand Souls Hall’s core area!

"Look over there!"

Following the sound, they saw the sky east of the Soul Burial Tower had gathered a dense black cloud at some point!

The cloud churned violently, rotating, and a massive vortex formed in its center!

At the deep point of the vortex, a bluish light pulsed, emanating a powerful and stable spatial fluctuation!

"It’s the teleportation gate of the secret realm!"

The thin, tall Array Master exclaimed.

"The real entrance has opened!"

"Not just one!"

The burly man pointed in other directions.

"Look! The west! The north too!"

Sure enough, in other directions around the Soul Burial Tower, black clouds similarly gathered, forming several large energy vortices. Blue light flickered; they were teleportation gates leading deeper into the secret realm!

Even more staggering, as these teleportation gates opened, from all sides, in shadows of the ruins, behind collapsed palaces, and from the direction of the distant charred mountains, figures like sharks smelling blood rushed in!

There were lone martial artists with fierce auras, small teams traveling together, and squads wearing unified outfits, clearly from different sects!

They had clear targets, scrambling to charge toward those newly opened teleportation gates!

"Damn! The news spread after all!"

Zhao Boyang’s expression was grim.

"Around these ruins, besides the small town we stayed in before, there are several similar martial artist gathering places, and some sects have even established temporary strongholds here! With such a significant disturbance occurring as the secret realm opens, it’s impossible to keep it secret!"

"Teacher, we..."

Gu Yuanyuan looked at Gu Sheng.

"Let’s go!"

Gu Sheng made a prompt decision, moved swiftly, and dashed toward the teleportation gate closest to them on the east side of the Soul Burial Tower!

Zhao Boyang and the others immediately followed.

As they were about to reach the teleportation gate below, several figures suddenly appeared, blocking their path!

These people were uniformly dressed in dark green attire, with a silver emblem on their chests—a broken ancient sword with wings—clearly the emblem of the Wuya Sect!

The leader had a stern face and eagle-sharp eyes, his aura unmistakably at the peak of the Sect Realm!

His gaze coldly scanned Gu Sheng’s group, finally settling on Zhao Boyang, his voice commanding without dispute.

"This area has been sealed by my Wuya Sect! All irrelevant people, leave quickly!"

"Sealed?"

Zhao Boyang furrowed his brow, stepping forward, his voice deep.

"Honored one, we are disciples of the Great Wilderness Holy Academy, ordered to investigate the secret realm and rescue our fellow disciples! Please grant us passage!"

"Holy Academy disciples?"

The stern man’s eyes flashed with a different hue, yet his attitude remained firm.

"Do you have proof? Without proof, all are considered irrelevant! Leave quickly! Otherwise, don’t blame us for being harsh!"

Behind him, several Wuya Sect disciples also tightened their grips on their weapons, locking their auras on them.

Gu Sheng’s gaze chilled as he transmitted his voice to Zhao Boyang.

"Reveal your cultivation."

Zhao Boyang understood, speaking no more, and released his powerful Heavenly Martial Realm late-stage aura without reservation!

Like a slumbering beast awakened, the violent true qi pressure instantly swept outward!

The stern man’s face changed dramatically, retreating several steps, his eyes filled with shock!

The disciples behind him were further impacted by this pressure, their qi-blood turbulent, nearly unable to stand!

"Hea... Heavenly Martial Realm!"

The stern man’s voice turned dry, losing his previous arrogance.

He understood well that against someone in a late stage of Heavenly Martial Realm, they were utterly outmatched.

"Now, may we proceed?"

Zhao Boyang restrained his aura, his tone flat but laced with indisputable authority.

The stern man’s expression fluctuated, finally gritting his teeth and stepping aside, speaking quietly.

"Please proceed, senior."

He did not explain why it was sealed, nor did he mention any news about Holy Academy disciples being trapped.

Gu Sheng’s gaze swept over the stern man but did not press further.

He, along with Gu Yuanyuan, and Zhao Boyang’s group flashed into the bluish energy vortex.

Crossing through the teleportation gate brought a strong sensation of spatial pulling again.

But this time, Gu Sheng clearly felt that the teleportation seemed not to be fixed-point, but carried some randomness!

The light and shadow before his eyes rapidly shifted, weightlessness came. After a few moments, the sensation of firm ground returned.