It has been three months ever since the Spiritual Realm opened. Ever since then, many cultivators from various sects and forces from across the continent had arrived, journeying through the Spiritual Realm in seek of opportunity.
With the arrival of these cultivators, chaos soon dawned the entire realm as more starts fighting for opportunities.
This resulted in a bloodbath across the spatial dimension.
"My arm!" A rouge cultivator screamed in terror as his arm was detached from his body.
His opponent, a female disciple of the Everground Temple grinned, swinging her halberd downward to split the body of her opponent in half.
"Jun Yuhao! This is for daring to fight for the treasure that I had laid my eyes upon!"
"That treasure has no owner and I don't see your name on it!"
A blade and sabre clashed. Sparks flew everywhere as the two disciples fought for one another.
[ Flaming Tiger Claws ]
[ Freezing Tsunami ]
Fire and ice clashed as they swung their weapons.
"Jun Yuhao, I heard that your trash younger brother was bullied by an Outer Court Disciple." The disciple of the Dark Moon Palace grinned with mockery.
"Keep my brother's name out of your mouth!" Jun Yuhao swept his fist.
His fist is connected with the Dark Moon Palace disciple's face.
Liao Bai landed on the ground. He grunted, his cold eyes looking up at the man in the air.
Jun Yuhao descent into the ground, sweeping his sabre down. Flames blazed streaked across the air, descending down upon the disciple of the Dark Moon Palace.
Panicked flashes across Liao Bai's eyes. He raised his sword, dark cold essence of Yin element surged around his body. A thick layer of freezing cold shield was formed.
Boom!
A huge explosion followed.
The Dark Moon Palace is a sect that focuses in the path of Yin and the sword. All of their disciples cultivates Yin related energies.
However, currently they are all in a realm filled with fire energy, an element of yang. Surrounding them are ferocious and scorching hot fire Qi.
Because of this, Liao Bai wasn't able to use his full strength.
Liao Bai coughs out a mouthful of blood. His figure blurred, taking a leap backwards in an attempt to dodge Jun Yuhao's sabre strike.
Jun Yuhao leapt forward, chasing after his figure.
A huge serpent covered in dark green scales coiled in the air, protecting it's master from an incoming assault of their opponents.
A pair of disciples of the Everground Temple rushed, their fists striking the body of the Dark Violet Serpent. Their fists collided with the scales of the Dark Violet Serpent.
A thick layer of energy covered the scales, rebounding their strikes. Both disciples of the Everground Temple are sent flying back.
The serpent uncoiled it's body, revealing the figure of a woman in green dress.
The woman stare at the two male disciples coldly.
The serpent hissed, launching towards one of the disciples. As it does so, it's body grows in dark green colour, it's size increasing by tenfold.
The disciple crossed both of his arms, blocking the assault of the serpent.
The woman, a disciple of the Celestial Beast Sect rushed towards the other male disciple of the Everground Temple.
The woman, holding a violet coloured whip, swung her hand, sending the whip swinging across the air.
The male disciple clenched his fist, thrusting his fists to meet the assaulting whip.
The serpent swings it's tail, sending the first male disciple of the Everground Temple flying.
He looks up, only to widened his eyes in horror as the serpent suddenly dived down into the ground.
"First brother!" The second male disciple rushed in attempt to save his brother.
"Where do you think you are going?" The woman snorted, swinging her whip.
The whip wrapped around the male's arm. Her whip has over rows of small sharp knives all over the whip. The moment the whip tightened around his arm, the rows of sharp knives cut through the male's skin, tearing into his flesh.
The whip glows in purple releasing a poisonous purple essence.
The flesh of the male disciple instantly turned purple, corroded from the poisonous essence.
The woman pulled her whip, pulling the male disciple closer.
His palm thrusted forward, striking his chest.
The male disciple coughed out a mouthful of blood as his body was thrown to the ground, landing right beside his brother's unconscious body.
The space tremble. An elder with a tall and burly figure stepped out.
"Junior, many thanks for being merciful to this senior's disciples." The elder nodded his head to the disciple of the Celestial Beast Sect.
The woman nodded, giving his respect to the elder before flying away alongside her serpents.
"Beast tamers of the Celestial Beast Sect are indeed talented." The elder can't helped but commented as he watched the woman flies away.
The Spiritual Realm had entered a state of chaos. With various opportunities with the opening of the Spiritual Realm, more cultivators had flocked in in seek of chances to improve their cultivation.
A Spiritual Realm is naturally more rich in spiritual Qi. When a Spiritual Realm is formed, the surrounding spiritual Qi had been absorbed into the spatial dimension, creating a realm rich in spiritual Qi.
Because of this, just cultivating inside a Spiritual Realm is akin to cultivating for years if compared to the outside world.
However, with more cultivators entering the Spiritual Realm, the higher the mortality rates inside the realm.
A head fell to the floor followed with a headless body.
A spear cultivator thrusts his spear, carrying an unstoppable might.
His opponent's hands form a hand sign.
[ Elephant Vajra Seal ]
The surrounding spiritual Qi condensed into the shape of an elephant.
With a single thrust, the elephant was instantly crushed.
His spear did not stop. Instead his spear thrusts through the air, piercing through his opponent's chest.
The spear cultivator grinned.
In the next second, his head was crushed with a single swing of a hammer from another cultivator.
While the entire realm is in chaos, at a random corner of the realm, a crowd of cultivators had been formed.
"Hey, what is going on here?" A disciple of a random low tier sect asked as he approached a crowd.
"All the spiritual Qi in the surrounding had gathered into a cave on top of that mountain. Now, all of us had been waiting here waiting for any Natural Artifact to be formed."
In a rare instances, an artifact will be formed from the essence of the heavens and earth. Of course, such instances are rare.
However, in a realm like a Spiritual Realm where a huge amount of spiritual Qi are gathered, such artifacts has a higher chances of being formed. Of course, the quality will be lesser but such treasure will still catch a high price.
Now, tens of cultivators from various backgrounds had gathered at the foot of the mountain. They have been waiting for days. Whenever someone had tried to climb up the mountain, they will be ambushed by the other cultivators, leaving them to their current positions.
"What are we waiting for? Why haven't we climbed up yet?"
A cultivator spoke, breaking the silence.
All eyes turned coldly at him.
"Are you an idiot? It's because those two disciples of the Flaming Blade Sect and Dark Moon Palace had been standing at the front.
Indeed, right at the very frontline, a pair of youths stood side by side their auras are fully released. Freezing cold and scorching heat.
A disciple of the Flaming Blade Sect and the Dark Moon Palace.
"These two had been standing side by side for three months straight."
"The hatred between these two sects sure rand deep."
"Sigh, these two, if only they had not arrived, then we won't be wasting our time for this Natural Artifact."
"Shut up, we are not here for the artifact. We are here to enjoy the show."
Boom!
Suddenly, the entire mountain shook.
"Has the Natural Artifact finally awakened!"
"Look up there! It's a dragon!"
An ethereal dragon of gold flew out of the cave. It's long serpentine body glows in gold, exuding a terrifying might akin to a divine beast
"That dragon is coming towards us!" Another exclaimed.
Two figures blurred passed them.
They are indeed the disciples of the Flaming Blade Sect and the Dark Moon Palace. They are running away, scurrying off to save themselves.
The golden dragon descent upon them, causing all cultivators to panicked.
All the cultivators ran off, afraid of being devoured by the dragon.
A laughter rangs out as Liu Yang's figure flew across the air. Using the [ Dragon Emperor's Myriad Steps - Soaring Divine Dragon ], his figure glide through the air looking no different than a divine dragon soaring through the sky.
Liu Yang soars passed them, his figure moving in a blinding light of gold, leaving only a trail of golden essence that forms the shape of a dragon.
The deeper the forest and the closer they are to the centre of this Spiritual Realm, the denser the fire energy is. Not to mention, even the tree have became a lot more taller than on the outer cycle. Even the leaves of fire burning on the branches are more scorching.
"Disciples of the Dark Moon Palace, retreat!"
"The temperature has grown too extreme. Those without a yang related spiritual root or a powerful body, it is better to return to the outside world now!"
"Too hot-" A roug cultivator fell to the floor, unable to withstand the extreme heat, "Water, anything please help me..."
Just then, a golden dragon fly passed him.
Liu Yang swept his arm, shooting a ball of bluish white energy into the ground. A huge mountain of ice suddenly shot out. The mountain of ice is quite eye catching as it stood out from the rest of the burning world.
Not far from where the mountain of ice is, Bai Lin stood on top of a cliff. His cold eyes looks down on the huge glacier from the top of the cliff.
There is an eerie tranquility within his gaze that would makes anyone shudder in fear.
His eyes gleams in an odd light as his head suddenly snapped into a certain direction.
Bai Lin stretched his arms. Two fingers unfold.
From the sheath of his sword, a thin pristine white sword trembled before shooting off into the distance.
Distance away, a woman backed against a scorching boulder. Tears ran down her face as she stare at the men in fear.
The men moved closer, leering, their eyes gleaming with lustful light.
Then, a light streaked across the clearing.
The sword moves at a speed that is impossible for the eyes to see. It moves elegantly in the air, creating the illusion of a lotus blossoming to those who is lucky enough to see it.
All five heads fell to the ground.
On top of the cliff, Bai Lin folds his fingers.
The sword flew back into it's sheath.