Wang Xi was momentarily stunned by the question before meeting Su Chun’s serious, heterochromatic eyes.
Those eyes made her feel inexplicably flustered.
She quickly set down her teacup and whispered, “I… my status is low. To be able to marry into the Tantai family is a great blessing. I…”
As she spoke, her voice grew softer and softer until her head was buried nearly against her chest.
Looking at her like this, Su Chun already had an idea of the truth.
For a girl like Wang Xi, who was bullied and held a low status within her own family, marrying into the Tantai family was undoubtedly the best chance to change her fate.
Although she couldn’t practice cultivation, her status now was honorable.
Su Chun did not believe for a second that Wang Xi had volunteered to be her concubine out of love; there were clearly other reasons.
However, these were not things she needed to dwell on.
As long as Wang Xi didn’t harbor any impure intentions, it didn’t matter.
From a normal woman’s perspective, marrying another woman would carry some degree of shame or embarrassment.
Wang Xi’s initial resistance was a natural reaction.
Even Luo Li and Luo Yu hadn’t fallen for Su Chun the moment they met; it was the result of spending a long time together and slowly growing closer.
“Wang Xi, you don’t need to feel inferior from now on,” Su Chun said, looking at her earnestly. “Since I chose you, you are one of Tantai Chun’s people. In my presence, there is no distinction between high and low status. Regarding your mother’s side, I will speak with the Wang family to ensure they can live peacefully in the future.”
Upon hearing this, Wang Xi jerked her head up to look at Su Chun, her eyes shimmering with disbelief.
Her lips trembled as if she wanted to say something, but in the end, she simply nodded vigorously as tears fell uncontrollably.
These were tears of joy, but also tears for the grievances she had endured.
“Eh? Why are you suddenly crying?”
Startled, Su Chun quickly patted Luo Yu, who was squirming against her, signaling for her to move aside.
She then hurried to Wang Xi’s side to comfort her.
“I… I was just moved by your words, Husband,” Wang Xi said, trying her best to wipe away the tears.
“Silly sister, why are you crying?”
Luo Yu added, suppressing her own impulses.
“We are family now. Husband dotes on us the most. You’ll soon realize how wonderful Husband is.”
Once Wang Xi had regained her composure, Luo Yu and Luo Li moved to either side of Su Chun.
The three of them intended to engage in a bit of last-minute preparation.
They didn’t push Wang Xi away.
If Wang Xi were truly just a young girl, Su Chun would have been more discreet, but since she was an adult and now one of her women, it was better to let her get used to how they interacted.
And so, Wang Xi watched them shyly.
‘Will I be this intimate with Husband in the future? It seems the two sisters really love Husband.’
Time passed within the private space of the four women.
Outside, the situation grew increasingly complex and chaotic.
The experts of various races appeared one after another, standing atop their respective flying ships or mounts.
Their sharp gazes scanned the surroundings, and the air was thick with the invisible pressure of competition.
The opportunities within the Myriad Races Secret Realm were meant to be seized.
When the time came, conflict over those treasures was inevitable.
“Chun’er, you three, come here quickly! It’s about to begin. Stay close to us once we enter,” Tantai Xuan called out to them.
Su Chun and the others immediately hurried to Tantai Xuan’s side.
“Sister! Are you really not going back to the Feng Clan’s side? Aren’t you afraid they’ll gossip?”
Su Chun noticed Tantai Qing was still with them and couldn’t help but remind her.
“Trying to chase me away again? Not a chance. I told you, I’m accompanying you into the Myriad Races Secret Realm,” Tantai Qing said, crossing her arms.
She had clearly made up her mind, and no one could change it.
Just then, an ancient and majestic voice rang out through the Luan Tian Domain like a great bell.
“The Myriad Races Secret Realm is about to open. All races, prepare yourselves.”
An old man wearing a gray Daoist robe and exuding a terrifying aura flew out from the Gate of Chaos, appearing before the gathered cultivators.
The moment he appeared, his presence instantly suppressed the pressure of everyone else on the field.
The Immortal Terrace Realm was divided into seven levels.
The gap between each minor level was equivalent to the gap between the Divine Firmament Realm and the Immortal Terrace Realm.
The first level was called Sky Ascension, the second was Dao Transformation, the third was Slaying the Self, the fourth was Unity, the fifth was Feathering, the sixth was Becoming Saint, and the seventh was Supreme.
Tantai Xuan was in the Slaying the Self Realm, while Tantai Qiong Hua was in the Unity Realm.
The old man before them was at least an expert of the fifth level, the Feathering Realm.
“I am the Gatekeeper of the Myriad Races Secret Realm. You may call me Old Man Hunyuan,” the elder spoke slowly, his voice reaching every corner of the domain.
“The Myriad Races Secret Realm opens once every 3,000 years. Opportunity and danger coexist. Within the Secret Realm, the children of all races may explore freely. The opening duration is 3 months. After 3 months, the Gate of Chaos will close again. Those who fail to exit in time will be trapped within the Secret Realm forever.”
“Now, I declare the Myriad Races Secret Realm officially open.”
As Old Man Hunyuan finished speaking, his hands formed a seal, and he waved toward the Gate of Chaos.
Immediately, a mountain of vast energy surged into the Gate of Chaos.
The previously blurry phantom of the stone gate instantly became solid.
Ancient runes on the gate seemed to come to life, emitting a brilliant golden light.
*Rumble—*
The massive stone gates slowly swung inward, revealing an unknown, mysterious world.
“Move!”
Seeing the gates open, the experts of various races no longer hesitated.
They led their juniors, turning into streaks of light and flying toward the Gate of Chaos.
“Chun’er, are you ready?”
Tantai Xuan’s voice rang in Su Chun’s ear.
Su Chun took a deep breath, gripped the Divine Pen of Creation tightly, and nodded.
“Mother, I’m ready.”
A moment later, the dozens of people from the Zi Mai branch, along with several 100s from the other eight branches, flew into the Gate of Chaos.
Tantai Qiong Hua and the other Sendai Realm experts surrounded them, releasing their power to protect the juniors in the center.
‘It feels like we’re traveling through a space-time tunnel,’ Su Chun murmured, her eyes wide as she observed the strange spatial barriers around them.
After traveling for an unknown amount of time, they finally flew out of the tunnel.
The blinding light forced Su Chun to close her eyes.
When she opened them again, she found they had arrived in a very strange world.
The sky was an eerie dark red, as if it had been soaked in blood.
The air was thick with the scent of blood and decay, accompanied by an indescribable, heart-palpitating sense of oppression.
“Is this the Myriad Races Secret Realm?”
Su Chun was shocked by the desolate and murderous scene before her.
This didn’t look like a Secret Realm at all; it looked like an apocalyptic wasteland.
“That’s right. This is the Myriad Races Secret Realm. To be precise, this is the Ancient Battlefield of the Ancient Immortal Era where the myriad races fought,” Tantai Qiong Hua explained to them.
“Countless experts from every race fell here. Their corpses piled like mountains and their blood flowed like rivers. That is exactly what created this Secret Realm so full of opportunities today.”
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