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A thousand miles north of Yan Yang City, in a stretch of forest, a rather precipitous mountain peak rose up from the ground.

The center area of the mountain peak was a flat platform about a thousand meters long and wide. It was about two meters tall and was sparkling and translucent, as if it was carved out of an enormous piece of white jade.

In the center of the white jade platform, there was a smooth white ball sticking out from the center of the platform. This ball was huge to the extreme, and had a diameter of at least several hundred meters.

That sphere also contained countless profound runes.

The bottom part was tightly connected to the square stage, and where the two connected, the lines and lines within the square stage and the round ball were also connected, as if they were a perfect whole.

At this moment, the surroundings of the square platform was filled with a sea of people.

The cultivators of the Pure Yang Sword Sect were all gathered to the south and west of the square, while the cultivators of the other two directions were all gathered there. All of them were under the age of fifty, and their cultivation were almost all in the Heavenly Origin Stage.

"I\'m the only cultivator in the Origin Condensation Stage!"

South of the square platform, Tang Huan sat cross-legged on the ground quietly, sighing in his heart.

This mountain peak was called the "Crossing Worlds Peak", and the square platform was called the "Crossing Worlds Platform". Every fifty years, a passage to the "Heavenly Desolate Secret World" would open up here. Not only did the Yan State have the Tong Tian Peak and the Tong Tian Tower, the Sky Province, Hai Continent, and the other thirty-five provinces also had them.

After the passage was opened, not everyone, even those of a certain age and cultivation level, could enter.

In order to smoothly pass through the passageway, one would also need to possess a "World Connecting Talisman." Each year before the opening of the "Heavenly Desolate Secret Realm", there would be a certain number of "Crossing Talismans" that separated from the sphere.

This meant that there was a limit on the number of people who could enter the "Heavenly Desolate Secret Realm." It did not exceed the number of "World Opening Talismans." It did not mean that they could enter as many people as they wanted.

Eighty percent of the Yan State\'s "Realm Passing Talisman" was in the hands of the Pure Yang Sword Sect, and the other twenty percent was allocated by the Sword Sect to the other powers in the Yan State. Of course, with the Pure Yang Sword Sect\'s position and strength in the Yan State, he could definitely take all the "Crossing Talismans."

However, Pure Yang Sword Sect did not do such a thing that would easily attract the wrath of the masses.

After all, not all of the Golden Sword Sect disciples who met the requirements were willing to go to the "Heavenly Desolate Secret Realm", and there were many who did not wish to take the risk and chose to stay in the Yan Yang City.

Just like Nie Kun, who was rank 12 on the Heavenly Rankings, he did not plan to enter the "Heavenly Mystery Realm." As a result, he carried out his mission and did not return to Yan Yang City.

Although Nie Kun did not return, nor did he give all the materials to him, Tang Huan still kept a mid-ranked Heavenly Soldier and gave it to him as part of the promise he made on that day.

Not only that, Tang Huan had also left a portion of the "Initial Spirit Heavenly Crystal" for Hu Xuan and the others.

With the low rank Heavenly Soldier s that he provided, Hu Xuan and the others had an advantage in Sword-fighting Villa. The accumulated points steadily increased, completely surpassing the standard for entering the "Sword Testing Grounds".

Three years later, when they came out of the "Heavenly Desolate Secret Realm," they might have already been promoted from Iron Sword disciples to Bronze Sword disciples, or even Silver Sword disciples.

Tang Huan laughed in his heart, and his gaze swept his surroundings.

The lowest level of cultivation among the disciples of the Golden Sword Sect in the Pure Yang Sword Sect was the Sky Origin Stage. Among them, there were many who had reached the Elemental Realm, and there were even some who had stepped into the Third Tribulation Realm. As for the swordsmen in the group of Pure Yang Sword Sect, at least half of them had stepped into the Elemental Realm.

Generally speaking, the disciples of the Pure Yang Sword Sect were more than thirty-five years old. No matter what cultivation level they were in, their status would be promoted from a disciple of the seven divisions to a swordsman.

Amongst such a group of powerful experts, the Origin Condensation Stage Tang Huan was like a crane amongst a flock of chickens, it was hard for him not to attract attention.

"Hmm?"

Suddenly, Tang Huan\'s mind moved, she subconsciously looked over, and the figure of a woman in a pink dress entered her line of sight. That person looked to be about twenty-five or twenty-six years old. His long black hair was casually tied behind his head, and his facial features were exquisite. His face was pretty, and his skin was tender and fair.

Tang Huan already knew the identity of this pink dressed lady, her name was Yu Qingge, and she was the older sister of Yu Mingjing who was heavily injured by him. She had just come out of seclusion a few days ago, and had already passed the tribulations of the Yin.

Their gazes met, and Yu Qingge\'s beautiful eyes narrowed. A hint of a smile seemed to appear on her delicate face, while Qi Lian\'s expression darkened as she snorted softly.

The corner of Tang Huan\'s mouth slightly raised, his expression did not change in the slightest, but he secretly sneered in his heart.

Yu Qingge\'s expression did not look abnormal, but he could feel the killing intent hidden deep in her beautiful eyes. Tang Huan knew that once she met him in the "Heavenly Desolate Secret Realm", she would definitely give him a quick death and definitely not show any mercy.

But so what?

Without mentioning whether or not they could encounter it, even if they could meet face to face, it was still unknown who would die. He had never activated the "Dragon Seal" that Yan Zu had bestowed upon him from his left chest. If it was used on Yu Qingge one day, it would not be a waste.

In the next moment, Tang Huan\'s gaze swept past Yu Qingge and Qi Lian, and landed on another handsome man that was as divine as jade. That person was Leng Dai, who had been defeated by Tang Huan a few days ago. When he looked at Tang Huan, he did not conceal the dense hatred in his eyes at all.

With a sneer, Tang Huan stopped paying attention to his fellow sect members, and gazed at Pang Shuo\'s square stage and the round ball.

Above the sky, the scorching sun was high up in the sky.

Noon had arrived!

According to what Tang Huan knew, the passage to the "Heavenly Desolate Secret Realm" would open at noon. The surrounding cultivators all followed Tang Huan\'s example and turned their attention to the "Realm Opening Terrace", looking at the center of the mountain peak, with eyes that were filled with anticipation.

"Rumble …"

In just a few short breaths of time, the musical note seemed to pierce through the mountains and reach the nine heavens. It was so loud that it shook the earth, as if it had directly bombarded everyone\'s ears, and even their eardrums seemed to be pierced through.