The Sixth Realm is already difficult; cultivators live long, and their chances of breakthroughs are naturally high, along with various spiritual objects aiding them.
But for a martial artist, it is much harder.
The Small Knife has already given them an opportunity.
Unconsciously, they received notice that the defense investigation was over, but there was no result, just a reminder for everyone to be more careful. If any discoveries are made, report promptly, and merits won't be lacking.
Other off-duty members are discussing amongst themselves, planning to form a team to venture out.
Naturally, they sent out a large number of Daoist Soldiers first.
The death rate for these Daoist Soldiers going out is extremely high.
Yet they can somewhat gather some intelligence about the outside.
This place is the core of this secret realm, and its stability is far inferior to a world. After the great war, amidst the ruins of two civilizations, emerged a rare environment of value.
This value, besides danger, has also bred some indigenous life forms.
This core was naturally formed and, after being occupied by the Five Elements Sword Control Sect, was secured with a special array.
It possesses strong defense and also the ability to guide the energy flow throughout the secret realm's space.
As long as enough time passes, the energy in the core area will become increasingly dense. Other places will gradually thin out, eventually making it difficult for the Sixth Realm to emerge elsewhere.
Once the original Sixth Realm dies of old age, that's when the Five Elements Sword Control Sect will extensively harvest and occupy this secret realm.
Of course, that will take a very long time.
Currently, the Five Elements Sword Control Sect cannot afford casualties, but if volunteers are willing, well, then the Five Elements Sword Control Sect won't need to subsidize.
This may lead to a high death rate, but it will also birth strong individuals.
The gains and losses are difficult to measure.
These ten on-leave Sixth Realm comrades may not seem like many, but counting their Daoist Soldiers, they can pull together a team of tens of thousands.
Among them, there are some who have reached the Sixth Realm.
They are all cannon fodder, meant to buy time for them to break through and rush out.
Indeed, the first step to venturing out and seeking opportunities is to break through the natives' encirclement to find gaps.
Once they've broken through, the sky is high and the birds fly freely; their means are far superior to that of the natives in obtaining opportunities.
Indeed, outside is surrounded by natives.
Here, the array offers protection; harsh realities tell them that entering means death, even the strongest Human King faces this.
Indeed, the natives here are also the Human Race, unknown in their origin or how they were left behind. Their strongest are not called the Unrivaled Sixth Realm but are known as Human Kings.
Such strong individuals form an external encirclement, numbering at least three known to them, but it is speculated there are far more.
The ten Sixth Realm comrades split into three teams, cautiously probing from three directions.
Even though Daoist Soldiers have investigated several times and suffered heavy losses, energy fluctuations soon indicate discovery, leading to fighting and fleeing becoming a regular occurrence.
Indeed, the majority are surrounded and killed.
Because these probing teams often consist of less than ten people, they're typically only of the Fifth Realm, making escape difficult if natives discover them, yet they often inflict considerable damage.
Indeed, while natives have three Human Kings and several Sixth Realm individuals, there are far more of the Fifth Realm.
Surrounding the area are all Fifth Realm individuals, and only after breaking out through their encirclement can one see more, a plethora of Earth Realm natives.
Those in charge of encirclement here are naturally at least Fifth Realm, and even among them, leaders.
Even so, the Fifth Realm Daoist Soldiers often can match several in combat or even emerge victorious.
However, there are still too many natives.
This secret realm is far larger than a little world and holds numerous natives.
In a short time, the Small Knife already sensed dozens of erupting battles, each in various directions.
Among them, the three teams formed by the comrades seemed inconspicuous, trying to leverage the cover of numerous Daoist Soldiers to find a gap to slip through.
The success rate was at least over half, even though the natives were numerous and heavily encircled, their tactics were still far rougher.
Had it not been for the spoils from the Daoist Soldiers, they would still be in the era of animal skins and Stone Rods.
Looking around, without Divine Soul aid, one cannot see far, seemingly back to the mortal class, a truly distasteful feeling.
Moreover, this secret realm does not permit high flight; the upper reaches are filled with spatial rifts and remnants of mysterious restrictions.
Low flying naturally becomes a target.
For natives, even with lost cultivation techniques, if their strength is adequate, normal invisibility methods are ineffective.
However, the Small Knife doesn't intend to sneak out like other comrades.
This is a Sixth Realm secret realm, and the Small Knife is fearless.
He strides towards one direction, where it seems quieter.
But to presume safety is wrong; that direction leads to one of the palaces occupied by the three Human Kings.
Indeed, while other comrades avoid, the Small Knife intends to meet these Human Kings, peers in the Unrivaled Sixth Realm.
Over these hundreds of thousands of years, many comrades have fallen at the hands of these three Human Kings.
The Small Knife strides forward.
Suddenly, he stops; there's no grandeur.
With a wave of his hand, he conjures a team of martial artists from his personal space.
Not many, about a hundred, each considered at least brilliant, and the leading ten are regarded as unrivaled.
Sadly, they are only of the Fifth Realm, strong yet mere ants.
These represent the strongest martial artists born in the Small Knife's Mortal World over the past few decades.
In the courtyard within the array of the secret realm, the Small Knife pondered why no Sixth Realm emerged, thus giving them a real trial.
Surely, they are martial artists; the Small Knife, as Master of the World, explained the situation but did not intend to retreat.
He swept his gaze around.
This pomp wasn't sufficient.
He then released his subordinate Daoist Soldiers and cultivators, though they were at the peak of the Fifth Realm Nascent Soul Stage, they were ample.
He activated a grand throne magical treasure, concealed among the crowd.
The Small Knife sat on the floating throne, feeling the grandness.
Thus, with high spirits, he flew forward ostentatiously.
Such flamboyance had them travel quite far before being stopped by the patrolling natives.
Over a hundred natives, clad in animal hides, some in tattered garments, wielding weapons evidently spoils.
This side had actually noticed them earlier, yet the Small Knife showed no intention to hide.
He found it interesting, looking at one native who, almost simultaneously upon discovering them, also spotted him.
This native was intriguing, with an additional eye in his forehead.
Among others, some had overlapping three ears, bluish skin color, and scales on their bodies, an alien breed.
Though human, they evidently belonged to distinct species. These unique traits are the source of their special Divine Techniques, the reason even with the deep foundation of Sixth Realm cultivators of the Five Heavens Great World, they cannot use invisibility or other methods to evade their encirclement successfully.
Suddenly, the Small Knife swung his fist.
A native who had just emerged from the ground, his skin yellower than ordinary, an abnormal sort of yellow, was directly obliterated by the punch.
Indeed, a native relying on Earth Escape had emerged from underground intending to surprise attack the Small Knife; unfortunate for him, the difference in their strength was vast.
In this secret realm, normal Earth Escape Skills are usually ineffective, forcing arduous Earth Escape; traversing underground is extremely challenging.
Afterward, the Small Knife waved his hand.
His martial artist subordinates rushed in with a howl.
Each carried an impressive momentum, yet disorderly, without any structure.
Behind the Small Knife were only two cultivators, solemnly releasing defensive treasures.
Seeing this, among the natives there, someone took out a Beast Horn and blew into it, a sound of overwhelming majesty.
Other natives also roared and charged forward.
Ignoring their beast skin attire or weapons from trophies, though chaotic, once charged, they cooperated well together without forming arrays nor with strategic combat capabilities, yet almost like a complete unit, mutually supporting each other.
Indeed, they demonstrate a formation akin to the Mortal Level.
Upon contact, the martial artists immediately showcased their strong martial experience, easily gaining the upper hand.
The natives, however, were fearless, fighting with a bloodthirsty spirit honed in slaughter, desperate to kill without care for casualties.
Still, they were not opponents for martial artists.
Desperation — the martial artists from the Mortal Realm born of the Small Knife never lacked this trait. Reaching this stage, each of them climbed over mountains of corpses through seas of blood.
Despite being outnumbered several times, they completed a display of overwhelming dominance.
Suddenly, the Small Knife struck with his fist.
Unrivaled Martial Artists of the Six Realms aren't good at ranged combat, that pertains to enemies of the same Unrivaled Level. For these ants, once within sight, killing them is akin to crushing an ant.
At this moment, a native's massive arm unexpectedly blocked a martial artist's knife strike. Even more terrifying was a hand extending from his waist, holding a broken sword, aiming at the martial artist's groin.
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