C23 The Fall of Ten Thousand Talismans

A greedy look appeared in the eyes of the disciples of Profound Sect. They impatiently controlled the mercenaries to walk towards the door. Just as the first mercenary touched the jade door, a vigorous and heavy bell sound came out from inside the door.

At the same time, a halo of light, invisible to the naked eye, expanded from the door, and a gruesome sight occurred. The body of the mercenary nearest the door began to shrivel at a visible rate.

But the pain of being crushed soon followed. Screams filled the air, and the terrifying face twisted in a strange way. The mercenary lost his life and became a real skeleton.

The second, the third, and as the halo expanded, more and more mercenaries fell to the ground and the jade door slowly opened...

"The door is open! Let's go in!" Faang Qi could no longer suppress the greed in his heart. After all, this was the secret realm inheritance of a Mahayana Stage cultivator! If he could obtain one or two treasures within, his strength would definitely soar by leaps and bounds.

Helian Min could not wait any longer. How could she object now? But she did not immediately agree. Instead, she turned to look at Zuo Xu. After all, she was not the one leading the team this time.

"Let's go in." Zuo Xu nodded his head and strode towards the jade door. Mo Ziyun had a pendant given to him by His Honor. There were not many people in this continent who could hurt him.

With Zuo Xu's agreement, the Profound Sect and the others could not wait to rush into the Jade Gate. This secret realm was not an ordinary secret realm, for there was the inheritance of a Mahayana Stage expert within. If they were to obtain it, it would not be an exaggeration to say that they would soar into the sky.

Watching Profound Sect and the others disappear, Mo Ziyun roughly understood his situation.

He and these mercenaries existed as keys, and every time they opened the secret realm, they would have to use up countless amounts of spirit energy. Naturally, the spirit energy of Helian Min and the others was not enough, but they did not want to ask others for help, so they thought of this method.

Manipulating the mercenaries to enter the range of the secret realm to absorb spiritual energy and replacing it with flesh and blood, one must know that the body of a cultivator, especially the dantian, contains a lot of spiritual energy. Furthermore, the higher the cultivation, the more abundant the spiritual energy. This was also why they were looking for a cultivator at the late stage of the Foundation Establishment Realm.

As for the expensive fees required to issue A-rank missions, they were nothing compared to the inheritance of the secret realm.

But so what if he figured out the whole story? Mo Ziyun looked at his stiff body with a bitter smile. The moment the circle of light appeared, he was unable to move. Presumably, this was because the secret realm had locked onto him as Spiritual Energy.

With his current strength, escaping the grasp of Mahayana's secret realm was simply a pipe dream.

One by one, the mercenaries fell, and he was lucky to have known the trap, for he was the last. He could have died a few minutes later now, but the thought of how these men were going to die, and how he was going to die, was too much to bear.

Mo Ziyun laughed self-deprecatingly in his heart. He did not expect that he would die so miserably this time, but he was not a person who resigned himself to fate. Until the last moment, who knew what would happen?

As the circle of light drew nearer and nearer, he was the only one left standing. The bodies of the dead lay on the ground, their eyes bulging out of their sockets.

Karma... He had done so many evil things. He had to pay for what he had done when he was going through the divine punishment.

Mo Ziyun took a deep breath and sank into his sea of consciousness. The only thing that could challenge Mahayana Mighty in his body was his mental strength.

The Mahayana Period's mental energy was released without reservation. At this moment, he didn't care if it would affect his body or not. He just hoped that he would be able to survive in this circle of light.

Fifty centimeters, twenty centimeters, ten centimeters, one centimeter! Mo Ziyun's eyes were bloodshot. The collision of his mental energy and the circle of light made his sea of consciousness feel as if it was being pricked by needles, but this was only the beginning. As the circle of light got closer and closer, the pain became stronger and stronger.

Mental energy was a sensitive thing to begin with. A punch to the body might not feel anything, but a punch to the mental energy was no less painful than a woman's birth.

Sweat the size of beans kept pouring out. Mo Ziyun's clothes were already drenched in sweat, and the spiritual energy barrier seemed to be on the verge of collapse. Crack! A tiny crack appeared on the barrier.