My System Is Three Thousand Years Early

Within just a few breaths, Cheng Zhihai had seen figures rushing past his side, heading straight for Five Daos Mountain.

"These people..."

Cheng Zhihai frowned slightly.

Before Cheng Zhihai could finish speaking, Cheng Guang had quietly broken free from his grip.

Looking around for something.

Cheng Zhihai’s gaze fell on Cheng Guang, wanting to say something, but then a series of piercing screams reached his ears.

The many powerful figures who had just charged into the mountain gate and were making for the Daoist Temple on the mountain suddenly encountered silhouettes deep within the temple grounds.

Those silhouettes were agile, launching attacks on the invaders of the Daoist Temple. In just one encounter, many strong figures were grievously wounded.

There were numerous cases of limbs torn apart and blood flowing from all orifices.

"Ahh!! Monkey Devils!! They are Monkey Devils!!"

"Their cultivation is so strong, they’ve actually reached the Sky-Man level!?"

"Retreat, retreat quickly!!"

The many strong figures who had just entered the Daoist Temple encountered the silhouettes on the mountain path and instantly crumbled.

What started as a point of collapse swiftly expanded, and in just a moment, they had all retreated back through the mountain gate.

The silhouettes that had been entangled with the strong figures retreated alongside those retreating figures.

When they neared the mountain gate, they all seemed to be restrained by something, emitting sharp shrieks, and did not step beyond the gate.

All who had just retreated from the mountain path of the Daoist Temple were pale as death, gasping for breath throughout their bodies, and could not help but break out into profuse sweating.

Large beads of sweat formed and slid down their faces.

The smell of blood instantly permeated the air. Continue reading on empire

At the same time.

Cheng Guang had now also clearly seen the faces of those silhouettes.

These beings could hardly be called "people."

They were a troop of Monkey Devils, wearing Daoist Robes. Some held Scriptures in their hands, while others were armed with swords, indistinguishable from human attire.

"Why are these Monkey Devils dressed in Daoist Robes?"

Cheng Guang was puzzled and even more shocked by the strength of these Monkey Devils.

From the attire of these Monkey Devils, most seemed to be the lowest-ranking existences within the Daoist Temple, yet their strength was by no means trivial, with the lowest reaching the tenth rank of the Heavenly Human Realm.

If the outermost, lowest-ranking Monkey Devils already possessed the strength of the tenth rank of the Heavenly Human Realm, then what about the powerful beings deeper within? Could they exist above the Sky-Man level?

As this thought struck Cheng Guang, his pupils narrowed.

Both Cheng Zhihai and Qin Beifeng were equally shocked.

Before heading to the Secret Realm, given their strength, they could not peer through the entrance to fully discern the details within the Secret Realm.

Even Sky-Men could not see everything clearly. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Emperor Zhou stood in the sky, looking at the scenes in the Secret Realm, only able to perceive a hazy silhouette, somewhat able to make out the shapes within.

Therefore, at this moment, when they saw that just some Monkey Devils within the Secret Realm had already reached the level of the Heavenly Human Realm,

tumultuous waves of shock surged in their hearts.

In their view, the number of Monkey Devils here was already enough to overwhelm the count of all the Sky-Men outside.

It was already quite rare for so many Sky-Men to gather together as they had today.

But within this Daoist Temple, just some Monkey Devils already collectively possessed the strength of the Heavenly Human Realm.

It was simply outrageous.

At this time, concern weighed heavily on Cheng Zhihai’s heart to the point of extremity; he was ready to forcibly pull Cheng Guang away from this Secret Realm.

In Cheng Zhihai’s opinion, this Secret Realm was no longer something he or Cheng Guang could touch.

Even those Sky-Men outside weren’t really qualified.

"Guanger, let’s pull out."

Before Cheng Zhihai could finish.

Before he could speak, there were already people trying to exit.

The many strong figures who had just entered the mountain path of the Daoist Temple, after just one encounter with the Monkey Devils, had not even truly clashed, and were already half dead.

Their initial passion and fighting spirit had long vanished.

Barely half a minute of vigor, and their entire spirit had utterly wilted.

One Great Han, his arm severed and his expression one of panic, cursed out loud, "What kind of accursed Secret Realm is this, if just a bunch of Monkey Devils have all reached the Sky-Man level!"

"Even if there’s a huge opportunity, it’s not something we can touch!"

"I’m done playing!!"

The Great Han got up and rushed toward the entrance of the Secret Realm.

When his body touched the entrance, he expected to pass through smoothly, but to his surprise, his body perfectly passed through the entrance of the Secret Realm as if it were a mere illusion, unable to make contact with anything solid.

The Great Han paused, stunned in place for a good while after passing through the entrance.

Then, disbelievingly, he passed through several more times, only to find that

no matter how much he tried, it seemed he could no longer leave this Secret Realm.

It was only then that some people began to realize something, their expressions turning ugly.

"Could it be that this Secret Realm can only be entered and not exited??"

"Fortunately, these Monkey Devils, for some reason, are all trapped within the Daoist Mountain gate and can’t come out. Otherwise, we’d be in danger right now."

"We can’t leave now, but how are we going to get out later?"

Underneath the Secret Realm, there were strong figures murmuring to themselves, their faces filled with panic.

Cheng Zhihai saw the actions of that strong figure and realized that what he had just said was now pointless.

He looked at Cheng Guang beside him.

But he found that Cheng Guang was more serene and composed than he had anticipated.

Even Qin Beifeng seemed more collected than he was.