The Young Master Storms the City
Chapter 1146: Collapse of the Secret Realm

Chapter 1146: Chapter 1146: Collapse of the Secret Realm

The old man gave a confident smile, "Young Master, rest assured, although my strength is not what it once was, I am still capable of maintaining the Formation for a period of time."

Having lost the Four Symbols Eight Trigrams Palm as the core of the Formation, the old man no longer possessed the ability to sweep through all directions, a might comparable to the Pseudo-Dan Realm.

But if he were to completely contract the Formation, condensing all of its power, he could still sustain it for a while.

Hearing this, Ning Fan was overjoyed, "That’s wonderful! Then, please start immediately, Elder!"

"Alright, but I’ll need the Young Master’s help with this," the old man had also been moved by Ning Fan’s words and was filled with longing for the future.

The two approached the outside of the Formation, and the old man concentrated Spiritual Power in his right palm to form a scepter, which he then slammed forcefully into the ground.

Buzz—

The entire Formation trembled, and under the watchful eyes of all, it slowly began to contract until it was only the size of a palm.

Then, the old man stretched out his right hand, and the Formation spiraled up into his palm, with its light gradually fading away.

"It’s done. As long as the power of the Formation doesn’t dissipate, I can continue to exist. However, this will not last very long," the old man confidently declared.

Seeing this, Ning Fan immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Boom—

Suddenly, the entire Secret Realm began to quake and tremble, and chasms deep enough to be bottomless started appearing on the surface.

"We’re in trouble, the Secret Realm is collapsing!" The Man in the Black Mist frowned, "The disturbance from the fight here earlier was too great. Now that the Four Symbols Eight Trigrams Palm has been taken away, the Secret Realm can’t withstand the previous damage anymore."

Upon hearing this, Ning Fan ordered Vice Sect Master Zhuang Peng and others to stop healing and prepare to head to the exit of the Secret Realm.

Shortly after, everyone had packed their belongings and were ready to make their way to the entrance of the Secret Realm.

Just as The Man in the Black Mist was about to act, he saw the old man halting in his steps, his demeanor one of reluctance.

"Old man, let’s hurry up and leave, or when the Secret Realm collapses, neither of us will survive."

Originally, The Man in the Black Mist and the Formation spirit had no means to leave the Secret Realm, which, in a sense, had fundamentally transformed after being modified by Ning Fan’s mother.

The original sustaining power of the Secret Realm came from the formidable being who constructed it.

However, this being’s power paled in comparison to that of Ning Fan’s mother.

Therefore, after Ning Fan’s mother used the Four Symbols Eight Trigrams Palm as the core of the Secret Realm, the survival of the entire Realm hinged on this Spiritual Technique.

Earlier, only half of the Spiritual Technique was lost, so the Secret Realm was still able to maintain itself with difficulty.

Now that the entire Spiritual Technique had been taken by Ning Fan, the Secret Realm could no longer hold itself together.

The Man in the Black Mist and the Formation spirit had been unable to leave the Secret Realm because Ning Fan’s mother had linked their existence with the Four Symbols Eight Trigrams Palm.

After the Four Symbols Eight Trigrams Palm was taken away, they were no longer required to stay in the Secret Realm.

The old man gazed deeply at the Secret Realm, a look of reminiscence in his eyes.

"I have stayed here for too long or witnessed too much. Thus, I feel a sense of nostalgia at the sudden departure."

After gaining consciousness, the Formation spirit had always resided within this Secret Realm.

Ning Fan’s mother had only stayed for a very short time before leaving the Secret Realm.

To him, then, this Secret Realm was his entire life.

Upon hearing this, The Man in the Black Mist stepped forward, standing next to him and gazing at the Secret Realm, feeling a sense of empathy.

Two beings that should have been opposed to each other were now standing side by side because of Ning Fan.

"Actually, I thought I would stay here for a lifetime; if not for this young man, I might never have become what I am now."

The Man in the Black Mist turned his head to look at Ning Fan not far away, his eyes filled with a complex mix of emotions.

"I have a feeling that if we follow him, we might witness a much broader new world."

...

Outside the Secret Realm, Tan Xi and Qian Hong were ducking and hiding with their Disciples.

Before entering the Secret Realm, the Sect Masters of the Four Sects had ordered their Disciples to seek them out.

Though the two Elders were not weak, their followers were of mixed abilities, while the Disciples of the Four Sects were well-trained and on average were much stronger.

Even under the leadership of the two Elders, the disparity in numbers was too great, rendering them powerless to resist.

In a ravine, Qian Hong returned with a few Disciples, his expression grave.

"Old Tan, one-third of the Disciples are already dead, another third are seriously injured, what do we do now?"

The Disciples of the Four Sects were stronger than they had imagined, and with Formations specialized for small-scale combat, the Disciples of Jinmu Sect were no match.

On the contrary, the Disciples who had escaped from Feiyu Sect had had their strength improved by Ning Fan, so they had not suffered much damage.

Tan Xi’s face darkened as he coldly said, "What else can we do but wait for the Sect Master to come out of the Secret Realm?"

"But what if..." Qian Hong’s face was tinted with worry.

After all, when they left the Secret Realm, they had seen the terrifying Black Qi Giant chasing after Ning Fan and the others.

Later, the Sect Masters of the Four Sects even joined forces to enter the Secret Realm; under two layers of threat, he was very worried that something might happen to Ning Fan.

Tan Xi clenched his teeth, his voice resolute, "No matter what, we must wait for the Sect Master to emerge, alive or dead!"

He refused to believe that Ning Fan had died in the Secret Realm, but with the dangers laid bare in front of him, even though he was confident in Ning Fan, he felt anxious.

"They’ve been found!"

A sudden roar exploded in mid-air, followed by dozens of Disciples from Ghost Yin Sect swiftly approaching.

Behind them, followed the Disciples from the other three Sects, each one looking fierce and malevolent, exuding a rising aura of murder.