Chapter Fifty Three : A Trial of Blood and Silence
Midday. At the entrance to the Qinglong Secret Realm, representatives of all major factions had gathered.
Everyone was silently praying that their own geniuses would return safely—ideally with great opportunities and fortuitous encounters.
"I wonder how many will come out alive this time…"
"Is it really that dangerous in there? Everyone who entered is a top-tier genius from their sect—each one armed with powerful techniques and trump cards."
"Heh, cultivators at the Profound Core Realm can't enter, but there are beasts at that level inside. Add in all the strange terrain—one careless step, and you could die."
"I remember fifty years ago—eighty people went in, and just over forty made it out. It was brutal."
The internal world of the secret realm was indeed wondrous. It completely severed all communication with the outside.
