They summoned the Divine Generals and Dharma Protectors of Divine Dao Mountain to tear open the Secret Realm, leaving behind three sticks of long incense as an offering to no one.
Everyone exited the Secret Realm and released the paper boat. Without a moment's delay, they set off, leaving the salt lands behind.
The visiting Cultivators gathered together. There wasn't a trace of joy on their faces from their recent windfall; instead, their expressions were heavy.
"Tsk, tsk."
Yuan Chu laughed. "These people have made quite a few enemies."
"Whether they escape with their lives or not, the Giant Tribe will have us to thank. It makes the help they gave us worthwhile."
Why would the pale giant that failed to destroy Mi Mountain want to silence its own heir?
It was all to protect the location of the Secret Realm, wasn't it? It was afraid someone might bring harm to its ancestral land.
