Chapter 1193: Chaos Begins to Stir

"I laugh in my madness, I laugh on my own; how can you rebels be so carefree?"

Thinking that those rebels were now nothing more than dogs serving the Immortal Palace, the man in the gray-white robe felt a sense of relief. He took a hearty gulp of wine and laughed, looking up at the sky.

In the distance, two trusted disciples who had been exiled here with him exchanged a glance and silently transmitted their voices:

"The master has lost his mind again. Let's hope no one overhears him, or we'll be dragged down with him..."

"We only became his personal disciples thanks to our ancestors' connections. Now we're trapped in this godforsaken place because of him. When will we ever see the light of day?" the other echoed.

Having said that, they couldn't be bothered to look at their utterly dejected master any longer. Leaning on the railing, they gazed downward. The entire abyss below was filled with a gray, hazy mist, in which the shadows of floating peaks loomed, appearing and disappearing.

But no matter how beautiful the scenery, seeing it too many times made it dull.

"Hmm..."

Just then, a resounding horn suddenly echoed from the depths of the abyss.

The two disciples frowned and quickly looked toward the man in gray, only to see that he paid no attention, still drinking alone with a face full of indignation.

Seeing this, they smiled bitterly and, with a leap, sped downward.

Before they had flown a thousand zhang, they saw countless figures frantically ascending from the mist below. Thousands of inner and outer disciples, who had been gathering spirit herbs in the valley, were surging upward like mad.

"Oh no, the White Ghosts are coming! The White Ghosts are coming!" Cries of alarm rose from below, mixed with agonized screams.

Hearing this, the two men's expressions changed abruptly. One of them shouted, "Isn't there a formation to block them? What's there to fear?"

"It... it can't hold... the White Ghosts have gone mad..." someone stammered.

"What exactly is going on? Speak quickly!" The other of the two grabbed a terrified disciple by the collar and barked sternly.

"The White Ghosts below have gone mad... They not only broke out of the mist but also ignored the formation. Thousands upon thousands surged up and smashed the formation to pieces," the disciple said, finally calming down a bit after being shouted at.

The two men wanted to ask more, but then they heard a rumbling sound from the mist below. A dense, shadowy mass of figures surged upward.

"Form ranks, form ranks, form ranks..." one man's voice had changed, and he shouted in panic.

But at this moment, everyone's mind was in chaos; who would listen?

"Whoever takes another step back, dies!" Just then, a thunderous roar came from above the crowd.

Then the gray-robed man descended from the sky, arriving above the crowd, suspended in the void.

He flicked his sleeve, and a sound of wind and thunder roared, directly dispersing the reek of alcohol, and in an instant, he regained his former dignified bearing.

As his cultivation aura of mid-stage Golden Immortal was released, it instantly suppressed the entire secret realm.

"It's merely a paltry White Fiend counterattack, which happened many years ago. Back then, an ordinary elder stationed here could handle it calmly. Now that I am here, what are you panicking for? Form the ranks immediately," the man said with a cold snort.

As soon as he said this, it had a great calming effect. The thousands of fleeing disciples finally calmed down and began to unite, forming various different magical formations.

No sooner had the formations been completed than tens of thousands of White Fiends crazily rushed out from the mist below, climbing along the floating peaks and charging upward.

"Kill them..." the gray-robed man said coldly.

As his words fell, a series of tremendous booming sounds immediately erupted throughout the secret realm.

In one great formation, flames blazed, and enormous fire meteors shot out, drawing dazzling fiery trails across the sky as they fell toward the abyss.

In some formations, wind and frost howled out, turning into huge ice cones that plummeted straight down.

Various immortal artifacts and spiritual light seals also flew out continuously, all striking toward the abyss.

For a time, the entire secret realm was in chaos, with explosions ringing out endlessly.

Countless White Fiends were hit by various attacks and fell to their deaths, but even more White Fiends swarmed upward fearlessly, leaving countless corpses piled up on the floating peaks along the way.

"No, no... something is not right..." The gray-robed man frowned as he watched the scene before him.

With a thought, his divine sense probed downward into the abyss.

For the first several thousand zhang, he could clearly detect, but the further down he went, the more difficult it became. His divine sense seemed to be blocked by something, unable to penetrate any deeper.

Seeing more and more white ghosts charging up, almost about to catch up with the disciples, the gray-robed man waved his hand, and a massive cyan ring materialized behind him.

He pointed forward with two fingers, and the ring emitted bursts of cyan light, sending down a rain of flying sword projections, felling a large number of white ghosts beneath the sword shadows.

But as more and more white ghosts died, the gray-robed man grew increasingly uneasy.

These white ghosts had long since emerged from the mist's cover; their current behavior did not resemble an attack or pursuit, but rather seemed as if they were fleeing from something. Yet in this abyss, besides them, what else could there be?

Just as the gray-robed man was seized with doubt, an unusual aura suddenly spread from the depths of the abyss below, and a gray-white mist rose visibly at a rapid pace.

Within the mist, one robust green-skinned ape after another leaped out, chasing after the white ghosts.

The white ghosts were far outmatched in combat by these green-skinned apes, and soon most were slaughtered. The floating peaks below were quickly occupied by the apes, each wielding a spiked club, glaring fiercely at the humans above.

"Master, what are these things?" the two disciples fled back to the gray-robed man's side, asking in terror.

The gray-robed man could not identify them either, so he remained silent.

At that moment, a howling wind suddenly arose from within the gray-white mist below, and a massive spiral of mist surged upward. Three towering figures rose with the mist, arriving below the crowd.

The gray-robed man cast a distant glance at these three, and felt his heart and liver split with terror. The aura emanating from them was so formidable that he dared not look directly at them; he could only infer from their presence that their cultivation must be at least late Taiyi stage.

Among the three, the one in the center had narrow, elongated eyes, a pallid complexion, and not a trace of color on his face, resembling a corpse just pulled from water—utterly eerie.

In his arms, he held a white strange beast that looked like a civet cat, covered in smooth, soft fur, with unusually large eyes.

If Han Li were here, he would surely recognize at a glance that this man was none other than Guimu, who had given them such a hard time in the Gray Realm.

"It looks like a secret realm, but from the density of the spiritual energy here, it's undoubtedly the Immortal Domain," Guimu said, gently stroking the small beast "Yuntuan" in his arms, as he surveyed the surroundings.

Yet his eyes were fixed only on the environment around him, paying no heed to the thousands of cultivators from Candao and the Immortal Palace.

"Who are you?" the gray-robed man asked, gathering his courage.

Guimu glanced at him upon hearing this, then said to the two beside him, "Kill them all, extinguish their souls completely, spare no one. Prepare to receive more of our kin."

The moment his words fell, the figures of the two beside him had already vanished, and the green-skinned apes all howled as they charged upward toward the crowd of cultivators.

Throughout the entire abyss, there immediately echoed bursts of terrifying screams.

"The Immortal Domain, here we come..." Ghostwood looked around, a cold sneer appearing on his face as he spoke with satisfaction.

...

Zhouyuan Immortal Domain.

In recent days, a shocking news had swept across the eight continents under this Immortal Domain.

The original palace master of this Immortal Domain's Immortal Palace, Tihu True Man, a dignified Great Luo cultivator, suddenly went mad one day for unknown reasons, slaughtering all one hundred and thirty-plus immortal officials in the entire palace in one go.

Even the supervising Immortal Censor, a cultivator of unfathomable cultivation stationed in Zhouyuan Immortal Domain, was killed by him when he came to stop him.

Afterwards, the entire Zhouyuan Immortal Domain fell into chaos. This Tihu True Man then abandoned his seal and left, vanishing without a trace.

In just seven days, his name appeared on the "Immortal Slaying List" erected throughout the Immortal Domain, becoming a wanted criminal pursued by the Heavenly Court, with a very generous reward and a very high ranking.

Following that, some secret rumors spread among the Immortal Domain's streets, all saying that Tihu True Man had not suddenly gone mad, but had been a spy lurking in the Zhouyuan Immortal Palace, his true identity being a deputy hall master of the Reincarnation Hall.

After completing his mission, he fled back to the Reincarnation Hall, so the Heavenly Court dispatched several supervising Immortal Envoys specifically to capture him, but still found it difficult to trace his whereabouts.

...

Jinnan Immortal Domain.

A long-sealed immortal's secret realm appeared without warning, attracting fierce competition among the four major sects and the Immortal Palace of this domain.

Originally, under the auspices of the Immortal Palace, the four major sects had agreed on a method to distribute the secret realm's resources. However, after the various forces entered the secret realm, the leading elders and core disciples of two of the sects were killed one after another, with clues pointing directly to the other two sects.

Thus, a back-and-forth conflict of vengeance and killing erupted among the four major sects, each suffering heavy losses.

Just when the Immortal Palace felt that the four-way vendetta had seriously affected the stability of the Immortal Domain and wanted to intervene, for some reason, the four major sects simultaneously turned their spears and pointed their swords at the Jinnan Immortal Palace.

It turned out that during their fierce battles, the four major sects gradually discovered some hidden traces, realizing that the original secret realm expedition had been instigated by the Immortal Palace, deliberately leading them into internal strife.

Thus, the four major sects joined forces and directly overthrew the Jinnan Immortal Palace, forcing its palace master to flee.