Creating Demonic Cultivation Techniques against Non-human Races-Chapter 298: Hidden Truths Behind the Scenes, Remnants of the Sect Era and the Theory of Fate, the Foul Small Secret Realm

Long after, a new round of barrage flew by, wildly rushing in the livestream.

"Damn, damn, damn... That's absurd... Absolutely ridiculous!"

"An instant kill with just a glance? That's terrifying!"

"Could it be Su Lie's old ailments attacking, or because he just used high-level power to kill Duanmu Qingyun, which is why?"

"Regardless, instant-killing Talent Su with a glance is too unbelievable. It's hard for people to believe!"

"Fake! Absolutely fake! How could Lin Ping'an be that strong? Hahaha... I must be dreaming... Right... Definitely dreaming! Such absurd things would never happen in reality."

"..."

For a moment, the information about this matter spread widely across the internet, reaching more people.

Most people were shocked; a small portion found reality magical and refused to believe.

Sometimes, even if countless facts are presented, some will stubbornly refuse to believe.

Moreover, Lin Ping'an at that time did not directly make a move, just used a glance.

This unexplained on-site situation further cemented the belief in that small portion that everything was mere coincidence.

There must be a reason within this whole matter.

On the other side, Lin Ping'an calmly returned to his villa at Great Xia Academy.

He didn't care about what just happened.

After all, Su Lie's strength and status hardly mattered to Lin Ping'an.

Not to mention, when he glanced over, he found some interesting things in Su Lie's subconscious mind.

A remnant from the sect era two thousand years ago?

An attached small secret realm?

The concept of fortune?

Interesting!

The situation during the arena battle livestream was also scanned clearly by Lin Ping'an's spiritual power.

Because of this, he didn't need to act publicly.

Also, in his analysis, there was no need for hassle since those existences made the first move.

And since they haven't achieved their goal, they will definitely come on their own later.

No need to proactively make a move, just wait for those sect remnants to show themselves.

By then, he can do whatever he wants.

He always wanted to research things like secret realms; now someone is willing to deliver themselves, naturally, he should welcome them well.

As for whether those sect members would be willing?

Hehe!

Lin Ping'an endured for a whole year, diligently cultivating every day just for this day.

If reasoning doesn't work, material prowess will do.

Force may not solve all problems, but it can solve the problem-makers.

A few hours later.

Nearby a hidden region.

A big beard in civilian clothes appeared stealthily nearby.

Soon, he found a cave and entered its deepest part, passed several stone gates, and performed handprints similar to spells, also stirring up Qi Blood energy.

In an instant, a light blue space vortex appeared, swallowing the big beard in the blink of an eye.

In less than a breath, the person disappeared from this space.

Accompanied by dizzying tumbling, a flicker of consciousness, the big beard appeared in a picturesque location of green hills and clear waters, an idyllic fairyland.

Shortly afterward, he ventured deeper, passing rows of white jade palaces and ancient, intricately styled building clusters, and entered into the innermost palace.

During this, the big beard encountered several handsome and beautiful individuals clad in white, greeting each other familiarly.

"Hello Uncle Zeng!"

"Hello Uncle Zeng!"

"Elder Zeng, the Sect Leader just issued an order; upon seeing you, please hurry to the main hall; there is reportedly something important."

"..."

Inside the highest-positioned white jade palace.

Several individuals emanating powerful auras sat quietly at various places, seemingly collectively waiting for something.

Naturally, spiritual power fluctuation was operating; upon careful examination, it turns out they were not waiting but rapidly communicating using spiritual power.

Moments later, the big beard entered the palace, somberly describing the defeat of Su Lie.

Upon hearing this, the spiritual communication fluctuations intensified above.

"Damn it! Fortune acquisition failed! What exactly is Lin Ping'an? To achieve seventh and eighth grades martial arts cultivation in a year, absurd, too absurd!"

"Damn it, letting this brat secretly grow! It's infuriating!"

"It seems confirmed, this Lin Ping'an must be the latest fortune bearer, or else he couldn't cultivate that quickly!"

"Unfortunately! Couldn't interrupt before that punk rose up; the concept of fortune is indeed miraculous, avoiding disaster, appearing amidst difficulty, wanting to act now is perhaps too late..."

"Su Lie as a pawn was a poor choice! This time our Ming King Sect is in a precarious situation!"

"In my opinion, forcibly killing to seize fortune, that's the true path."

"The time has about arrived; based on recent intelligence, I believe it's time for the sect to emerge!"

"Agree!"

"Consent!"

"The golden age is coming, the great world appearing, another batch of good crops about to emerge, but this failure should be dealt with, Divine Fire Sect doesn't need waste."

"What? Wait! I am an elder! No! Don't!"

"..."

As they spoke, the once ethereal group suddenly changed their image, some turning into wolf heads, others sprouting wings.

On their bodies, a faint bloody aura pervaded.

Then, tentacles shot out from the sect leader's back, instantly controlling the returning Elder Zeng.

In a flash, accompanied by a terrified roar, this so-called sect elder fell, torn apart and devoured by many bizarre existences.

After the once-local big noble families went silent, the old antiques hiding in the human realm's small secret realm began to move.

Invest in prodigies, seize fortune, their usual modus operandi.

Not caring how many perish midway, nor how brutal the past scenes were.

As long as they can seize fortune, nothing else matters.

In prolonged seclusion, these former alien race fighters have degenerated to colluding with exotic beasts, becoming birds of a feather.

On the other side, Lin Ping'an sticks to his old routine.

Seclusion, seclusion, continue seclusion!

His heart and soul mostly focused on maintaining the exploration and study of the illusory world memories under the reincarnation of the power of five tribulations.

Though these memories appear quickly and the frequency of new life memories is high.

Lin Ping'an also needs more time to check, comprehend, and feel.

And this is one reason why he hasn't immediately dived back into the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Races to capture more experience packs after exterminating all Beast Kings in his internal little world.

One aspect is because of this.