"Firebird, why don't you think of a way to break through these restrictions and get some good things in your head?"
Muchen said that he had been looking for a long time but could not find a restriction that he could break.
"Don't think about it. You can't break the restrictions outside until you reach the stage of becoming a god. How can you still get all the benefits in the world?"
Firebird said disdainfully and suddenly stopped.
Muchen also stopped. There was a side hall in front of him, but there was no mysterious purple light lingering on the door of this side hall.
"Does this mean...you can go in?"
Muchen's eyes widened. He looked up and saw the three golden characters of Wusheng Palace written on the plaque of this side hall.
"I'm afraid it has been swept away by the five major forces a long time ago, and there is nothing good in it."
Even though Huo Niao said this, he was still very honest and stepped forward directly to push open the door of the side hall.
This Emperor's Secret Realm has existed for who knows how many years, but it is still spotless inside, as if someone has been cleaning it.
The side hall is not big, so the two of them walked around all the corners.
"This looks like a place for people to live. It has a back garden, a pavilion, and a bedroom. Are gods' homes decorated like this?"
Muchen was a little disappointed. Although he was prepared to get nothing, this place was too ordinary.
He thought that even the floors in the land of the Immortal Family were made of top-grade materials.
But this place is no different from where ordinary people live, and it is even worse than the palace of a mortal royal family.
"Something is wrong, something is very wrong."
Firebird looked wary: "This Emperor's Secret Realm is the place where a great emperor rests. To put it bluntly, these palaces are his tombs. How could a mortal's residence be built here?"
One person and one bird suddenly felt a cool breeze blowing through them, making it chilly.
"Has anyone lived here?"
Muchen quickly rejected this judgment. How could an ordinary person survive here for so many years?
"Your judgment should be correct. It shouldn't be too difficult for an emperor-level powerhouse to keep an ordinary person alive for a longer time. And we cannot be sure that he is really just an ordinary person based on this."
Firebird's expression was solemn and he said:
"When things go wrong, there must be monsters. This is not a place to stay for a long time. Let's get out of here as soon as possible."
Muchen also agreed with Firebird's idea, but just when he was about to leave, the Dragon Kingdom think tank said:
"Mu Chen, I suspect that there are hidden compartments in this side hall. The layout of this side hall implies the numbers of the Five Elements and Eight Trigrams. Please lift up the fourth floor from the left of the first row and take a look."
Muchen stopped and followed the expert's instructions to the floor. He squatted down and lifted the floor with force.
An object wrapped in oilcloth was revealed.
"It really paid off! You are really amazing!"
Muchen really didn't expect to gain anything, and he was filled with admiration.
"Actually, it's very simple. We are just thinking from the perspective of ordinary people. However, when cultivators encounter this place in this secret realm, they will only find it strange and will not dare to search it carefully."
The think tank's explanation made Muchen secretly nod. It seemed that he would have to look at things from more perspectives in the future.
"You actually really benefited from this."
Firebird was stunned for a moment, but immediately urged Mu Chen again: "Get the things and leave as soon as possible."
Muchen didn't have time to take a closer look at what was in the oil cloth, so he stuffed it into the storage ring and left the Wusheng Palace.
In the depths of the Emperor's Secret Realm, in front of the main hall, countless innocent souls were roaring. These people were all immortal cultivators who had died in the secret realm.
The ghosts of the enemy cover the sky and the sun, making it almost airtight, but among them, there is a weak light that is struggling to persist, like a candle in the wind.
Inside the mask of light was Gui Mochou and his party. Gui Mochou still looked expressionless, looking coldly at the innocent souls outside.
At the five corners of the light mask were sitting the five blood-clothed weirdos that Gui Mochou had brought into the secret realm. It seemed that the light mask was being supported by them.
"These guys are the last obstacle to the secret realm... But we have spent too much time along the way, and now we can only place our hope on these little guys."
Gui Mochou looked back at Sima Haokong who was meditating with his eyes closed behind him. Among the disciples who followed them in, only Sima Haokong was left.
"The True Fire of Samadhi is the natural enemy of the Yin Spirit, but this little guy's cultivation is too shallow. It's still a bit difficult to deal with that guy."
A very old woman stood next to Gui Mochou and said.
She is so old, giving people the feeling that it would not be a surprise if she died in the next moment.
"It's the limit to get here. If it weren't for the help of fairies along the way, I might not even be able to get through this level."
Gui Mochou said this and bowed to the old woman, with a heavy sense of gratitude in his words.
"Haha, I'm serious. I'm an idiot, and you are an idiot too. I've been guarding the tomb for tens of thousands of years, and I don't have much time left, so what if I help you?"
After the old woman finished saying this, the wrinkles on her face suddenly tightened, she frowned and said:
"Someone broke into the perimeter of the Emperor's Secret Realm again and took away the things I put there."
Gui Mochou's eyebrows were slashed upward like a razor. He pondered for a while and said:
"It's obviously not time for the sect competition yet. Chu Jianquan will definitely not let anyone in easily because of the agreement he made with me..."
The old woman thought for a while and said: "Then there is another possibility, that is, the person who entered with you before has just broken through the three levels of the secret realm."
Gui Mochou's eyes flashed with hope:
"You put it like that, I'm really wondering why someone didn't show up. It's really inappropriate for him to break through those three levels with his ability, but how did he manage to stay there for a year?"
Even a thousand-year-old iceberg like Gui Mochou had a trace of doubt on his face at this moment.
"No matter what, the more secrets he has and the more powerful he is, the more promising my actions will be!"
A rare look of determination appeared on Gui Mochou's face. He glanced at the innocent souls outside, seemingly looking for an opportunity.
The old woman saw what he was thinking: "Do you want to go out to pick them up?"
Gui Mochou nodded: "Although we have cleared all the obstacles along the way, there is still a road to hell that they will definitely not be able to pass."
The old woman didn't speak. She just looked outside the light barrier. Among the countless innocent souls, there was a cold ghost staring at them coldly.
This ghost did not hide his desire for their flesh and blood at all, and his eyes showed greed.
The old woman said:
"This ghost immortal was a cultivator in the Hedao stage in his previous life. After his death, his resentment persisted and he followed the path of ghost cultivation."