Heavenly Talisman Realm

Heavenly Talisman Realm . . .

Bai Wuya, garbed in pristine white, glided gracefully to Qin Wentian's side. His aura remained tranquil, devoid of any apparent fluctuations. Though those present could unmistakably sense his extraordinary presence, they found themselves incapable of gauging his true strength. He seemed like an ordinary mortal, unassuming and unremarkable.

As Bai Wuya cast a faint glance at the immortal sense-formed silhouette, it was as if his eyes could pierce through the very essence of his opponent.

"Sir, who might you be?" Inquisitive yet tinged with trepidation, the supreme elder of the Golden Armor Sect, also Zhao Yuyan's master, directed his gaze at Bai Wuya. He, too, recognized the man's exceptional nature.

"Scram." Bai Wuya's single-worded command resonated, freezing the gazes of all who bore witness.

Scram?

Despite his remarkable demeanor, did this newcomer not comprehend who he was? He was the supreme elder of the Golden Armor Sect, an immortal projecting his presence through his immortal sense!

This man who had just arrived dared to tell him to scram?

Even Zhao Yuyan's eyes gleamed with cold intent as she fixed an icy gaze upon Bai Wuya. He wished for her master to leave? This man evidently lacked an understanding of the vastness of the heavens and earth and was oblivious to the impending doom that loomed over him.

However, no one realized that as the word "scram" faded, the supreme elder's strand of immortal sense trembled uncontrollably.

"Scram, scram, scram!" This relentless and intensified word echoed incessantly in the elder's ears.

In a grand hall of the Golden Armor Sect, situated a thousand miles away, an elderly figure radiating an indomitable aura was seated. His golden-hued eyes widened, and at that very moment, the ruddy hue drained from his face as a cataclysmic wave of energy surged through his immortal sense, sending ripples coursing through his original body via their connection.

"BOOM!"

His sea of consciousness quaked violently. Thereafter, he shut his eyes, directing his focus towards his immortal sense. There, he beheld a white-robed figure in his mind's eye, the same figure that now stared at him with eyes that seemed capable of penetrating his very soul. An aura of overwhelming dominance dwarfed his own. A chill enveloped him as his very soul quivered.

"Damn." He was the supreme elder of the Golden Armor Sect, the master of Zhao Yuyan. Trembling uncontrollably, he comprehended that the white-robed youth could discern him through the strand of immortal sense. Never before had he encountered such a terrifying being. He knew that if this white-robed young man decided to end him, it would require no more effort than squashing an ant.

"Zhao Yuyan," the supreme elder muttered with a heart raging with fury. Whom on earth had that young woman crossed to attract the attention of such a terrifying expert? The thought sent shivers down his spine. The white-robed figure continued to scrutinize him through his mental projection, leaving him feeling like nothing more than a hapless weakling awaiting judgment.

How could the supreme elder of the Golden Armor Sect not be furious under these circumstances?

Though Zhao Yuyan was his disciple, what of it? Disciples remained disciples, and in the face of mortal peril, he could sacrifice thousands without a second thought. Yet now, because of her actions, she had placed him in grave danger. How could he not be incensed?

"In recognition of your hard-earned cultivation level, I shall spare your life for now. Depart," a voice resonated within his mind. Then, the white-robed figure vanished entirely. The supreme elder's pallor persisted, and only at that moment did he release a sigh of relief. He found his body drenched in sweat. An immortal like himself had been so terrified that his legs felt weak...

"What manner of expert was he?" the supreme elder pondered. Progressing as an immortal was an incredibly arduous journey. Even after all this time, he remained a first-level immortal. He couldn't fathom the true extent of the white-robed man's power.

Meanwhile, where Qin Wentian stood, the supreme elder's immortal sense had crumbled into nothingness. Zhao Yuyan watched, her countenance drained of color, her eyes fixed on both the white-robed figure and Qin Wentian.

Her master's immortal sense shattered into oblivion? But the intruder hadn't even taken any action; her master's immortal sense had simply vanished. What on earth had occurred?

As Zhao Yuyan gnashed her teeth and experienced a whirlwind of emotions, Bai Wuya, ignoring her entirely, maintained his focus on Qin Wentian.

"Are you ready to depart, or...?" Bai Wuya inquired, his gaze unwavering.

"Let's go," Qin Wentian responded impassively, sparing only a brief glance at Zhao Yuyan. There hadn't been many interactions between him and Bai Wuya.

"Very well," Bai Wuya replied, waving his hand. In the blink of an eye, both he and Qin Wentian vanished from their previous positions. In their wake, Zhao Yuyan remained, standing there like a befuddled fool.

Earlier, when her master's immortal sense had dissipated, Qin Wentian could easily have killed her. Yet, he merely gazed upon her with an emotionless expression. He hadn't uttered a word or resorted to humiliation. However, in his eyes, she could clearly perceive an intense disdain, as though her status as the Golden Armor Sect's heaven-chosen meant nothing to him. If he wished to kill her, she would die; if he had no inclination to do so, she would live. Her fate rested solely on his level of indifference.

Such disdain, such contempt, constituted the cruelest form of humiliation.

Whether he killed her or not hinged entirely on whether he could be bothered to do so.

"What just transpired?" Many onlookers remained baffled. Why had the immortal sense of the Golden Armor Sect's supreme expert abruptly disappeared? After the white-robed figure had shouted "scram," it had simply vanished, without any visible action on his part. They were utterly clueless as to what had transpired.

Han Luo, Xie Yu, and others wore puzzled expressions. They didn't understand. Even Zhao Yuyan, who had been at the heart of it all, was equally in the dark.

However, one thing was certain: the Sky Demon Oracle Bone was now in Qin Wentian's possession.

"That white-robed figure must be incredibly powerful. It's highly likely he's an immortal, and a formidable one at that," Han Luo pondered. The speed at which they had departed, coupled with the extraordinary aura they exuded, convinced Han Luo that his speculation was correct. Otherwise, there was no explanation for the disappearance of Zhao Yuyan's master's immortal sense.

The projection of the supreme elder had shielded Zhao Yuyan, but the white-robed figure clearly recognized it as an immortal sense; otherwise, he wouldn't have ordered the elder to leave. This alone suggested that the white-robed figure was on par with the supreme elder, or at the very least, a second or third-level immortal foundation expert.

He dared not entertain the thought of anything higher. After all, this was just Worryfree City, a small location within Cloud Prefecture. Even a first-level immortal was considered immensely powerful, capable of exerting absolute control over an area.

As for those at the level of immortal kings, they were the apex of Cloud Prefecture. Even within the thirteen prefectures, immortal kings were revered as super experts and treated as esteemed guests wherever they ventured in the vast immortal realms.

Of course, these individuals had no way of uncovering the truth in this matter. But in the wake of this incident, Zhao Yuyan would be imprisoned for three months upon her return to the Golden Armor Sect, and her status within the sect would plummet to rock bottom. Her master would completely ignore her, no longer providing guidance and treating her as a stranger.

However, these events lay in the future.

Meanwhile, Bai Wuya brought Qin Wentian along with him as they departed. After some time, they ascended to a great altitude, far from the sight of any other humans. Here, the sky was filled with clouds, and Bai Wuya halted, sweeping the area with his immortal sense to confirm that they were alone.

"Senior Wuya, is the Heavenly Talisman Realm one of the thirteen prefectures in the Eastern Sage Region?" Qin Wentian inquired.

Bai Wuya shook his head. Qin Wentian pressed on, "Then where exactly is it located in the immortal realms?"

"The Heavenly Talisman Realm is everywhere," Bai Wuya replied calmly, a hint of pride in his voice. However, Qin Wentian was puzzled by this response. The Heavenly Talisman Realm was everywhere?

"Do you find that hard to believe?" Bai Wuya asked, gazing at Qin Wentian with a smile.

"It's not that I find it hard to believe, but I'm having trouble grasping what you mean," Qin Wentian confessed.

"You'll understand when you see it," Bai Wuya replied with a mysterious smile, choosing not to elaborate further. He began chanting syllables, each word drifting upward and forming a formless energy that radiated a profound power throughout the surroundings.

The power of Bai Wuya's syllabic chant continued to swell, weaving together into a complex diagram that hung in the air. Within moments, a portal to another dimension materialized right before Qin Wentian's eyes. The space beyond this portal beckoned like an enchanting glimpse into an entirely new world.

Qin Wentian stood there, his eyes widening in awe. As Bai Wuya completed his chant, the energy within it triggered the dimensional door to swing open, revealing the entrance to this mysterious realm.

"This..." Qin Wentian's voice trailed off in amazement. Bai Wuya, having finished his incantation, strode confidently toward the new world that lay beyond.

"Let's go," Bai Wuya said calmly as the chanting ceased. With a wave of his hand, he ushered Qin Wentian into the dimension. As they crossed the threshold, the dimensional door vanished entirely from sight.

The world around them returned to its usual state, the air regaining its placid stillness. However, Qin Wentian was still reeling from the shock of what he had just witnessed. It had appeared just as he thought—a mere glimpse of a vast, uncharted world.

This world, without a doubt, was the Heavenly Talisman Realm.

The Heavenly Talisman Realm was, in itself, a world apart.

Recalling Bai Wuya's words—that the Heavenly Talisman Realm was everywhere—Qin Wentian began to wonder if, armed with the right chant, he could access this realm from anywhere in the immortal realms.

In the present moment, within this realm, Qin Wentian stood atop an ancient, verdant peak, gazing out at the breathtaking vistas before him. He couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of astonishment.

The Eastern Sage Immortal Emperor may have ruled over the thirteen prefectures, but could his dominion extend to an entire world like this?

Under the tutelage of the Realmlord of the Heavenly Talisman Realm, Qin Wentian had seemingly found himself in the presence of a being far greater than even the Eastern Sage Immortal Emperor.