Chapter 1902: Old Bald Donkey, Old Mixed-Hair

Prodigies from forces like the Sword Sect, Wuliang Palace, and Pixin Sect also set off one after another, heading for the Secret Realm.

This time, the Prodigy Secret Realm would undoubtedly be intense.

The Prodigy Secret Realm…

At this moment, two grand palaces floated through the starry sky.

One of them was Ziyun Temple.

The other was Ziwei Pavilion.

The two major forces had deep origins, but very few people truly knew the source of both sides.

Even the upper echelons of some major powers were unaware of the secrets within.

The palaces of both sides drifted to a central position and stopped together.

The Ancestor of Ziyun Temple… the Old Monk appeared, his body bathed in Buddhist light, holy and peaceful.

Beside him followed the little monk, Huian.

The Ancestor of Ziwei Pavilion also appeared; he had white hair and a white beard, was solemn and unsmiling, and was surrounded by a hazy glow that reflected across the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands. His Aura was not at all weaker than that of the Ancestor of Ziyun Temple.

As the ultimate powerhouses of these two major forces appeared, hundreds or even thousands of nearby planets felt their terrifyingly powerful presence!

"It's been a long time… old bald donkey."

The Ancestor of Ziwei Pavilion sneered; his originally profound demeanor vanished instantly.

"Amitabha, you are still the same as before…" The Ancestor of Ziyun Temple shook his head, then glanced at Huian out of the corner of his eye.

Huian understood immediately and took a step forward.

"Old mixed-hair, who are you calling a bald donkey!"

"Little bald donkey, what the hell does this have to do with you!" the Ancestor of Ziwei Pavilion cursed fiercely.

"Oho, you dare call your Lord Buddha a bald donkey? You think you're so great just because you have a few hairs? Let me tell you… if I wanted to, I could grow a head of long hair anytime, and it would definitely be blacker than yours. Old man, with that head of white hair, you'd be better off shaving it all off… Why don't you shave your head and come to my Ziyun Temple? It wouldn't be bad to be one of my disciples or grand-disciples!" Huian mocked coldly, his tongue sharp and eloquent.

"You… little bald donkey, old bald donkey, you're forcing me to get angry!"

The Ancestor of Ziwei Pavilion roared in anger.

"What, you think your Lord Buddha is afraid of you? Senior Brother… get him!" Huian took a step back and waved his hand grandly.

The Old Monk showed no signs of anger. Instead, he pressed his palms together and chanted loudly, "Amitabha… my Junior Brother is still young; please do not be angry."

"You… old bald donkey!"

The Ancestor of Ziwei Pavilion was infuriated.

How could he not see that the old bald donkey was doing this on purpose?

But he was helpless to do anything about it.

"Hehehe… Come on, old mixed-hair, do you think your Lord Buddha is afraid of you?" Huian continued to sneer.

The Ancestor of Ziwei Pavilion was already fuming with rage.

But he still couldn't do anything…

Huian's seniority was indeed high enough; he was of the same generation.

If it were any other Junior, even if he killed them in public, the Ancestor of Ziyun Temple wouldn't be able to say anything.

But Huian was different…

He simply couldn't be killed.

The secrets behind this… only he knew.

"Just wait, little bald donkey. Lingxiao will definitely give you a warm welcome in the Secret Realm!"

The Ancestor of Ziwei Pavilion said fiercely.

"Heh, I'm afraid of him?"

Huian sneered, then tugged at the Old Monk's cassock.

"Senior Brother, I'm not going anymore."

Old Monk: "…"

Ancestor of Ziwei Pavilion: "…"

"No," the Old Monk refused, shaking his head.

"You're so damn disloyal! I even stood up for you!" Huian said angrily.

"Don't worry… that Lingxiao won't kill you," the Old Monk said very firmly.

"Doesn't getting beaten up hurt?" Huian countered.

"It hurts, but it also tempers the heart," the Old Monk said slowly.

"I f*cking %#@* you!"

"…"

Huian was extremely dissatisfied and began to argue directly with the Old Monk.

But the Old Monk had no intention of giving in.

Huian had to enter the Secret Realm.

Finally, Huian knew he couldn't escape and could only accept it.

"Alright, old bald donkey, stop dawdling… hurry up and start," the Ancestor of Ziwei Pavilion said impatiently.

"Very well, Amitabha," the Old Monk chanted his Buddhist title.

A Copper Coin Sword appeared in the hand of the Ancestor of Ziwei Pavilion.

A string of Prayer Beads appeared in the Old Monk's hand.

These two items looked ordinary, with no extraordinary qualities visible at all.

But after the two of them chanted the incantations to activate them…

The Copper Coin Sword and the Prayer Beads actually emitted blue and golden light…

Between the two sides, a Void Realm crack was torn open…

The crack appeared, shimmering with colorful light and containing boundless spiritual power.

"Open!"

"Stabilize!"

The Ancestor of Ziwei Pavilion and the Old Monk each chanted different incantations to stabilize the crack.

Finally, slowly…

The Barrier stabilized and formed, creating a passage for entering the Barrier from the outside.

This Secret Realm was originally managed jointly by Ziwei Pavilion and Ziyun Temple.

To open it, the combined strength of both major forces was required.

After the passage opened, powerhouses from Ziwei Pavilion and Ziyun Temple arrived in a steady stream.

"Great Ancestor, Little Ancestor…"

After the powerhouses of Ziyun Temple arrived, they bowed to the Old Monk and Huian respectively.

"Old Ancestor."

The people from Ziwei Pavilion arrived; Lingxiao and many other young powerhouses were all present.