Time flew by, and more than half a month passed.
On this day, deep within the secret realm of the Taoist Academy, several disheveled figures struggled through the dense foliage, reaching the edge of a desolate area.
Admiring the colorful glow floating in the upper sky, a beautiful woman in white, with a golden whip around her waist, couldn't help but exclaim, "Wow, the spiritual energy here is overwhelmingly rich! The Beihai Secret Realm truly deserves to be called the foremost blessed land of this domain."
At this moment, Hui Junzi, ranked ninth in the grand competition, casually agreed, "Senior Sister Xiao is right. If we could cultivate here for a hundred years, reaching the Golden Core Perfect Realm might just be within reach."
"Hmph, a bunch of ignorant fellows. How could this secret realm compare to our sect's inner mountain gate? Once you enter, a hundred years is enough for a mortal to break through to the Nascent Soul Realm..."
