Creating the Shura Palace in a Fantasy World

"Oh?"

On the Tianlong Super Sect platform, Ouyang Ling felt a murderous intent directed at him and looked in a certain direction but couldn't find anything.

"Is there a problem, Young Master Ling?"

While searching, a respectful voice from a middle-aged man sounded beside him. It was the Master of the Tianlong Super Sect, Jin Lingong.

If others saw the dignified master of one of the three super sects being so respectful to a young man, what would they think?

"It's nothing."

Ouyang Ling just shook his head slightly and thought, 'In the eastern region, I had been considered dead for many years; how could someone have murderous intent toward me? Maybe I'm just thinking too much.'

As for Jin Lingong being so respectful to him, Ouyang Ling was not surprised.

Since returning to the eastern region, his main goal, besides avenging his family, was to participate in this secret realm and obtain the inheritance of the almost-emperor. His master had naturally arranged everything for him.

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"Look, the secret realm is opening!"

"Finally, the time has come."

"Prodigy token, here I come!"

After a while, the portal to the secret realm finally opened, and numerous young people began to run or fly toward the secret realm at full speed.

The Eastern Region's Genius Competition has finally begun!

"Remember what I said: inside the secret realm, all of you must completely follow Young Master Ling's orders."

"The words of Young Master Ling are equal to my words, understand?"

On the Tianlong Super Sect platform, Jin Lingong did not allow the disciples who came with him to enter immediately and started speaking.

"Yes, Sect Master."

After the disciples responded respectfully, Jin Lingong turned his attention to Ouyang Ling and asked, "Are you satisfied, Young Master Ling?"

Ouyang Ling simply nodded slightly and flew towards the entrance of the secret realm.

The reason Jin Lingong said this is because he despises this competition among juniors and doesn't care much about the outcome.

After all, why should a dignified Saint King like himself wait outside for a competition where he can't even see what's happening inside?

However, if he can make Ouyang Ling, who has a powerful background in the central region, owe him a favor by allowing him to command the sect's disciples inside the secret realm, why not?

If it weren't for the fact that the Sacred Lords from the two Sacred Lands had come in person, and because it would be disrespectful for him not to attend as well, Jin Lingong would have sent an elder in his place.

After all, although there are opportunities inside the secret realm, he cannot enter, and these opportunities would, at best, be useful for someone in the Saint Realm, not valuable enough for someone in the Saint King Realm.

Moreover, these resources are not rare for the master of one of the three super sects.

Of course, if he knew what Ouyang Ling or the two Sacred Lords of the two Sacred Lands knew—that there is actually a heritage of an almost-emperor inside the secret realm—he probably wouldn't have that opinion.

Time passed gradually, and finally, the entrance to the secret realm was about to close.

"It looks like it's my turn to enter."

As the entrance began to close, a figure with a massive Saint Realm aura emerged, carrying five different types of sacred laws, and flew at full speed toward the entrance of the secret realm.

"What is he doing? Is he trying to die?"

"Yes, why is this saint trying to force his way into the secret realm?"

"Doesn't he know that if he is over 25 years old and tries to force entry, he will be counterattacked by the secret realm?"

"I heard that thousands of years ago, a powerful Saint King tried to force his way in and was severely injured due to the counterattack."

"Wait… didn't you see that this saint has mastered five different types of sacred laws? What kind of monster has such mastery?"

"Is he some powerful saint who is nearing the end of his life and wants to gamble that the secret realm has an opportunity to break through to the Saint King level inside?"

As soon as this aura emerged, countless people who were over 25 years old and had come only to watch the younger generation began to talk among themselves.

But they all had one thing in common: they thought that this saint, by trying to invade the secret realm, would only meet one end: death.

Thus, when they saw him about to reach the entrance of the secret realm, everyone held their breath to see what would happen.

"Song Yang, I want you to die!"

However, just as Song Yang was about to enter the secret realm for the genius competition, a roar filled with murderous intent echoed from the Yushan Dynasty platform. It came from the current Emperor Yu Qinghai.

After all, Song Yang was the one responsible for his son's death.

And although the people below, who did not have a high level of cultivation, could not see the face of this saint due to his speed, Yu Qinghai, who was also a saint, saw him clearly and recognized him as Song Yang, the Eighth Prince of the Zhenfang Dynasty.

Therefore, without hesitation, Yu Qinghai flew off the platform and released his full aura, which was that of a 9-Star Saint, rushing to attack Song Yang and prevent him from entering.

After all, aside from the grudge over his son's death, if Song Yang managed to enter the secret realm, wouldn't that be a wolf entering a flock of sheep?

And among this flock of sheep are his own sons!

For this reason, Yu Qinghai did not hesitate and quickly rushed to stop Song Yang from entering. If he could kill him, so much the better!

Most of the leaders of the other ten major forces present also had similar thoughts. After all, if Song Yang, with his Saint-level cultivation, entered the secret realm where the age limit is 25 years, wouldn't that be a unilateral massacre?

But they were not Yu Qinghai, who had a reasonable motive to attack Song Yang!