Chapter 1156: Mysterious Sky Secret Realm

Chapter 1156: Tongtian Secret Realm

Kaitian Road!

Amidst the surging tide of discussions, Zhuque Dajisi spoke once more.

Immediately after, the nine great elders successively formed hand seals.

Then, the space trembled, and layer upon layer of stone steps materialized, leading toward the hazy void above. Counting them, there were exactly nine hundred and ninety-nine steps, and at the end stood a towering stele without inscriptions.

Wow!

Gazing at the heavenly stone stairway, the scene erupted with sounds of astonishment.

The stone steps truly resembled a road to the heavens, etched with ancient patterns and shimmering with immortal light, appearing dreamlike and illusory.

Treading the Tian Road?

Looking at the Tongtian stone steps, Ye Chen raised an eyebrow.

The scene before him felt strikingly familiar.

In the past, during the Xuanzi generation disciple trials of the Great Chu Heavenly Court, there had also been a Tongtian Road, somewhat similar to what the Zhuque family had now.

Under the watchful eyes of all, it was still the eldest prince who stepped onto the stone steps first, followed by the second prince and the others. The eight princes advanced side by side, their steps steady, each footfall producing a thunderous rumble.

Everyone present could see this clearly.

Though the Tongtian Road was magnificent, it rose step by step toward the heavens, with the pressure growing stronger the higher one climbed. Not just anyone was qualified to tread it, and not everyone who started could reach the end.

Xie Yun also began to move, deliberately falling to the back, strolling along with a carefree sway that left the onlookers momentarily stunned.

Was he still going to compete?

Many people voiced such questions: a one-pole bloodline trying to vie with eight eight-pole bloodlines for the Tian Road?

It had to be said, those people truly didn't understand. They were unaware of the wonders of Xie Yun's bloodline. Among the nine Zhuque princes today, Xie Yun's bloodline was still the most dominant—they just hadn't realized it.

Overreaching!

The eight great princes turned back one after another, casting contemptuous glances at Xie Yun, their lips curling into mocking smirks.

Idiot!

Xie Yun remained unfazed, ambling along leisurely as if nothing were amiss.

The spectators were bewildered.

Ruo Tian Zhuque was also bewildered, but not because Xie Yun was climbing so effortlessly. Rather, her grandnephew's demeanor was completely different from before—he seemed like a mischievous rogue.

Strange!

Ruo Tian Zhuque murmured to herself, involuntarily glancing at Ye Chen.

Ye Chen acted as if nothing were wrong, his gaze fixed on the end of the Tongtian Road—or more precisely, on that stele without inscriptions.

Even from a distance, Ye Chen could see through it at a glance.

Within that stele lay a vast realm, a secret realm that only those who reached the end could enter. It would be the battlefield where the nine princes competed, and whoever lasted until the end would emerge victorious.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

As Ye Chen watched from afar, the Tongtian Road echoed with continuous banging sounds.

The eight great princes still advanced side by side, now having climbed over five hundred levels, and even they were feeling the strain.

As for that fellow Xie Yun, he was chewing on a toothpick, still trailing behind at an unhurried pace, swaying casually without a hint of pressure. Every so often, he would pause to smugly adjust his hair.

Now, it wasn't just Ruo Tian Zhuque—even Mu Xuan Gong, the nine great family holy lords, and many others present wore expressions of odd curiosity. This ninth prince, who had always seemed so proper, now looked more and more like a street thug.

"Truly, one who stays near vermilion turns red, and one near ink turns black!"

Ruo Tian Zhuque's sigh of exclamation reached Ye Chen's ears.

"What do you mean by that?"

Ye Chen asked in surprise.

"My Xuan Yu was never like this before."

"So you're saying that after hanging around with me, he got led astray?"

"Wasn't he?"

Ruo Tian Zhuque replied, shooting Ye Chen a sideways glance.

"Tch!"

Ye Chen dismissed it with a wave, thinking that if anyone had led anyone astray, it was Xie Yun who had influenced him. Back in Great Chu, Xie Yun had been involved in all sorts of shameless escapades.

"Is the ninth prince really this determined?"

As the two conversed through divine sense, waves of astonishment rose from below.

"A one-pole bloodline has actually reached the six hundredth level."

"In my view, he could at least make it to seven hundred, or even to the end—who knows?"

"But what difference would reaching the end make?"

Sounds of contempt also rose in waves.

"Haven't you seen that the eldest prince and the others have already stepped onto the nine hundred and ninetieth level? Even if Ruo Tian Xuan Yu defies the heavens, he's still just a one-pole bloodline."

"That might not be entirely wrong."

"Don't mess with me when I'm not showing my power—you'll think I'm just a pushover!"

Listening to the discussions below, Xie Yun twisted his neck fiercely, then leaped forward, bounding up three steps at once and shooting upward in a flash.

Damn!

More than half the people at the scene jumped to their feet, staring in shock at Xie Yun. It was all because he was moving far too quickly.

Is he cheating?

Many mouths hung open in disbelief, unable to close for a long time, as they watched the guy like he was some kind of freak. The other eight princes were struggling with each step, yet he was faster than a rabbit.

How is that possible?

The eight great princes ahead halted, their expressions full of disbelief.

Flying straight up!

Xie Yun ignored them completely, overtaking the eight princes in one go and racing all the way to the cloud platform at the end of the Tongtian Road. It was as if the immense pressure of the road meant nothing to him.

This can't be!

The eight great princes looked up, their faces as if turned to stone.

Just moments ago, they had been plotting how to surge ahead, how to dazzlingly outshine the others under the crowd's gaze, and how to use their proud bloodlines to take down the other seven princes.

But now, in the blink of an eye, the ninth brother they had left far behind had shot past them like a rabbit.

He's only a one-pole bloodline!

How could he be so fast, completely disregarding the Tongtian Road's pressure?

I don't believe it!

The eight princes' faces twisted in fury, unable to accept this reality. They madly stamped onto the stone steps and charged toward the end of the Tongtian Road, the proud princes refusing to be left behind.

Try to compete with me—you're all way out of your league!

At the end of the Tongtian Road, Xie Yun glanced down and couldn't help but sneer.

Then, he abruptly turned and, before the eyes of all, became the first to step into the stele without inscriptions, entering the secret realm.

Ah!

No sooner had Xie Yun vanished than the eight princes rushed onto the cloud platform, their faces pale and drained of color. Their reckless dash had taken a heavy toll, and some were already unsteady on their feet.

I don't believe it!

Without pausing to rest, the eight princes charged one after another into the secret realm of the stele without inscriptions.

Bang! Clang! Boom! Crash!

The moment the eight entered, a cacophony of chaotic noises erupted from within the stele without inscriptions.

The people below were stunned, unsure what was happening in the secret realm. Even if they were competing, did they have to start fighting so urgently the instant they went in? And make such a racket—what kind of grudge was this?

Bang!

Amid the astonishment, a disheveled figure was sent flying out of the stele without inscriptions. Taking a closer look, it was the eighth prince.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Before the words had settled, more figures were hurled out—one after another, seven in total, from the eldest prince to the seventh prince, not a single one spared. It looked like they had all been beaten out.

Were they all beaten out by the ninth prince?

Taking on eight at once?

Could a one-pole bloodline be this strong?

The onlookers exchanged glances, their expressions strangely puzzled. The eight great princes had all been thrown out, yet the ninth was nowhere to be seen. Anyone could guess who had sent them flying.

Xuan Yu!

The eight great princes scrambled up in a sorry state, their faces twisted in rage as they roared to the heavens, charging back into the stele without inscriptions once more.

Bang! Clang! Boom! Crash!

In an instant, the chaotic noises resumed, clearly indicating a brawl in the secret realm—a full-on group fight.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

It wasn't long before more figures flew out again—it was still the eight great princes, with no sign of the ninth.

Ah!

The eight princes roared in fury, their hair disheveled as they charged madly into the secret realm again.

Just like the previous times, the moment they entered, the secret realm erupted into noise—chaotic sounds, curses, and shouts echoing nonstop, even making the stele without inscriptions shake with the commotion.

As everyone stared in bewilderment, eight figures were once again sent flying from the secret realm—it was still the eight great princes.

They were utterly wretched, especially the seventh prince, whose face bore a clear footprint, his features completely distorted. His once neat hairstyle had been kicked into a messy wreck.