"There are still some two hours before everyone's arrival. You go ahead and settle down on the island with your people. Take this opportunity to comprehend this technique. Once everyone is gathered, I will send someone to call you," Daoist Mu nodded slightly, expressing satisfaction with Ancestor Bing Lan's arrangement, and said.

Yuan Ming had no objections in his heart and respectfully bid farewell to the two Great Mahayana Ancestors. Then, under the guidance of Nangong Xian'er, he arrived at the arranged residence.

He closed the door, sat cross-legged, and eagerly began to comprehend this profound cultivation technique.

Although "One Qi to Three Pure Ones" and "Planting Beans into Soldiers" are both clone techniques, they are vastly different.

This method requires the caster to first leave a divine skill mark on others and then consume their own mana to summon a clone with strength equivalent to their own body.

This clone can borrow any divine skills from the body. However, the price is heavy—during the clone's existence, the body will temporarily lose the power of the borrowed divine skills.

Moreover, once a divine skill is borrowed by the clone, it cannot be returned until the clone disappears.

The most mystical aspect of this method is that it can forcibly raise the upper limit of the divine skills.

For example, Yuan Ming's current magic, which only affects the Returning Void Realm, when used by the summoned clone, can even affect the Dharma Manifestation Realm.

Even if those divine powers were not originally capable of being cultivated to the Dharma manifestation Stage, Yuan Ming could forcibly enhance their power and even cause unexpected transformations in the divine skills.

Yuan Ming was immersed in comprehension for several days but still couldn't find the knack for entry.

He pondered deeply and finally decided to use his usual method.

He contacted the people staying in White Emperor City and taught them the method of "One Qi to Three Pure Ones," ordering them to comprehend it together in hopes of mastering the essentials soon.

Thus, he could possess them, learning from their insights.

In the days that followed, Yuan Ming didn't leave his quarters, dedicating himself fully to comprehending the cultivation technique.

Daoist Mu also never sent anyone to disturb him, allowing him to cultivate without distraction.

Half a month later, one morning, there was a sudden knock on Yuan Ming's door.

He slowly opened his eyes, sensing someone was coming with a message.

"Master Yuan Ming, the other Masters have arrived. The Ancestor has commanded me to inform you to meet at the Lake Heart Island," a young man's respectful voice sounded.

The door opened with a "bang," and Yuan Ming stepped out of the house, looked at the young cultivator, nodded slightly, and said:

"Lead the way."

Soon after, Yuan Ming set foot on Lake Heart Island again, only to see everyone had been waiting for some time, but Daoist Mu and Ancestor Bing Lan were not present.

He glanced around and noticed many familiar faces looming among the crowd.

Leading among them was Sima Changqin, surrounded by disciples of the Heavenly Saint Academy.

Compared to the last meeting, his face seemed more weathered, with a reserved demeanor, as if he had been tempered by storms.

Though he wasn't carrying the ancient zither, there was an almost imperceptible sound of zither that surrounded him, mesmerizing people.

Feeling Yuan Ming's gaze, he looked up but showed little hostility in his eyes, then looked away without saying much.

Yuan Ming, seeing this, had no intention to provoke, and his eyes shifted to the Taixuan Sect's group nearby.

Swordsman Qing Ping nodded in greeting, hand resting on his sword. His steps carried frost and snow, and his flowing green robes made him seem like a hero walked out of a painting—free and unfettered.

Behind him, Young Master Que Yue wore an apprehensive expression, secretly observing Yuan Ming with more fear than resentment.

Yuan Ming paid no mind to this, his gaze drifting again until it settled on the Bright Moon Palace's group.

At the front of the group, a woman in a Zhuangyuan Red Dress holding a paper fan stood out remarkably.

Her face held a proud smile, head slightly raised, admiring the banyan trees on the island without caring for anything around her.

This was the contemporary Goddess of the Bright Moon Palace, known as the first Guardian in Xizhuang Yuan.

Yuan Ming's gaze didn't linger on her but quickly turned towards Xi Ying in the crowd.

Upon receiving Daoist Mu's message, he had anticipated that Xi Ying might come with the Bright Moon Palace to Wentian Secret Realm, and sure enough, here she was.

His worries were finally put to rest, seeing that Xi Ying looked well, showing no signs of injury, she even winked at him, mouthing "I'm fine."

Although Yuan Ming felt something was amiss, seeing Xi Ying's sign, he suppressed his doubts and was about to convey voice inquiries when Xi Ying raised a thumb and pointed toward the front Xizhuang Yuan, then made a gesture of silence.

He had no choice but to drop it and keep the doubts in his heart.

At this moment, Xizhuang Yuan suddenly turned her head, glared fiercely at Yuan Ming, and stepped forward to block in front of Xi Ying, obstructing Yuan Ming's view.

Yuan Ming's eyebrows slightly furrowed, but recalling Xi Ying's earlier hint, he suppressed the displeasure in his heart.

Just as he was about to avert his gaze, he suddenly noticed a familiar face in the Bright Moon Palace's group—it was unexpectedly Nan Shangfeng.

At this moment, Nan Shangfeng appeared much haggard, feeling downcast. Upon seeing Yuan Ming looking over, he forced a smile and then lowered his head again.

A sense of doubt arose in Yuan Ming's heart, but he couldn't inquire directly, so he quietly noted it in his mind.

Among the others, apart from the already familiar Hua Xian and the Evergreen Island team, there was only a young man in a black robe remaining.

His features were handsome, with long black hair tied into a ponytail resting on his left shoulder. A thin, bronze-colored chain was used to tie his hair, at the other end of which hung a single-frame crystal lens perched on the left side of his nose.

He noticed Yuan Ming's gaze but showed no response, the whole person like a stubborn stone, without a hint of expression on his face.

Yuan Ming was unfamiliar with this person and was wondering about his identity when Nangong Xian'er's voice reminded him: "Fellow Daoist Yuan, he is named Puppet Immortal, also one of the Guardians, skilled in the Puppet Technique."

Yuan Ming came to an understanding, nodding subtly without showing expression, then retracted his gaze, no longer looking further.

After fifteen minutes, the wait of everyone finally yielded a result.

Beneath the banyan tree, the figure of Daoist Mu appeared out of thin air. He surveyed everyone and slowly spoke: "Sorry to keep you waiting, Bing Lan is making the final preparations. Follow me for now."

In the next instant, accompanied by a deafening roar, the ground beneath everyone's feet began to writhe as if endowed with life.

Suddenly, countless vines burst out from the soil like giant serpents dancing wildly, forcefully tearing at the ground, enveloping mud and rocks, and rolling to both sides. A deep and mysterious passage gradually revealed itself, leading directly underground.

Everyone followed Daoist Mu into this passage, feeling the darkness and oppression surrounding them, with only faint light ahead leading their steps.

After an indeterminate duration, the view suddenly widened, and a majestic underground hall came into sight.

The hall was extremely spacious, even if thousands of people poured in, it would not seem crowded.

At the center of the hall, a towering gray altar stood majestically, entwined with crystal chains flickering with dark purple spirit light, emitting a mysterious and unfathomable aura.

Around the altar stood seven hefty jade pillars, each connected to the altar with chains wrapping around them, as if guarding some unfathomable secret.

Six of the jade pillars were dim without light, except for one in the southeast direction shrouded in a snow-white spirit light, where Ancestor Bing Lan sat peacefully.

Witnessing this scene, everyone couldn't help but marvel.

At this moment, Puppet Immortal suddenly spoke: "Senior Mu, is it true that only you and Ancestor Bing Lan, the two Mahayana, are opening the Secret Realm this time?"

"The Demon World has been acting frequently, and their vanguard has already arrived. Qinglian and the others are stationed at the Returning Ruins and truly can't spare time to return." Daoist Mu nodded, his face showing a heavy expression.

"If that's the case, won't the maintenance time of the Wentian Secret Realm's entrance be significantly shortened?" Puppet Immortal replied, a trace of worry flashing across his face.

"It's not as severe as you think. At most, it will only be shortened by one-third. Although it's a pity, there's no way around it." Daoist Mu sighed.

Upon hearing this unexpected information, everyone's faces grew much more solemn.

They all knew that Returning Ruins was located at the extreme north of the Chuyun Realm, where space was extremely unstable.

The last time the Demon World invaded, the Demon Clan broke the void from there, entering the Chuyun Realm.

Since the last realm war ended, both the Demon Clan and Chuyun Clan have stationed troops at the Returning Ruins, engaging in constant battles for years.

Ordinarily, a single Mahayana guards the Returning Ruins, but now with three Mahayana gathering, it clearly indicates that the space barriers are on the brink of collapse, potentially leading to a new realm war at any moment.

Daoist Mu seemed to sense the heavy mood in everyone. He paused and then actively changed the topic: "This is your first time visiting the Wentian Secret Realm. Traditionally, I should introduce its origins. Unlike other interfaces of Chuyun, the Wentian Secret Realm is actually a crumbled high-dimensional realm. It adjoins the Chuyun Realm and was once connected with it during the Ancient Era. However, it mysteriously collapsed overnight. After discovering it, the ancient Mahayana used Great Divine Power to establish a relatively stable passage to enter the Wentian Realm to explore the secrets of its collapse."

"May I ask, Senior, what is a high-dimensional realm?" Yuan Ming was curious and couldn't help but ask.

The gazes of the others also turned to Daoist Mu, as many shared this curiosity.

"Just as spirit veins have ranks, different interfaces are also ranked based on their overall power and the richness of spiritual energy. The Chuyun Realm, where we are, is a low-dimensional realm, as is the Demon World." Daoist Mu explained.

"How significant are the differences between high-dimensional and low-dimensional realms?" Yuan Ming further inquired.

"The passage to the Wentian Realm is located beneath Evergreen Island. Consequently, spiritual energy often backflows through the space cracks into this place, causing the concentration of spiritual energy here to be similar to that of the Wentian Realm. You should have already felt the difference when you arrived." Daoist Mu replied with a slight smile.

Hearing this, Yuan Ming felt a shock in his heart, instantly realizing the extraordinary nature of high-dimensional realms.

He took a deep breath, as if he could feel the immense spiritual energy emanating from the high-dimensional realm.

"The higher the dimension of a realm, the more abundant the spiritual energy it contains, and the more numerous the Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures. Although the Wentian Realm is fragmented, the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Objects within it far surpass those of the Chuyun Realm and the Demon World. This is why we allow you to enter and seek opportunities." Daoist Mu continued.

Hearing this, everyone nodded, with an added sense of anticipation and excitement in their hearts.

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