Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8511: Three realms (1)

Zhao Hai guided Laura and the rest straight into the vessel. The moment they stepped inside, a massive gateway suddenly came into view. From the exterior, it appeared as a tiny opening barely reaching human height. Yet, once within, it revealed itself as an enormous portal soaring roughly 100 meters high and spanning over 100 meters across.

The interior expanse of the vessel far surpassed what Laura had ever envisioned. As their gaze stretched out, a vast plain unfolded, trailed by innumerable peaks. In the far-off distance, the roar of ocean waves echoed. They couldn't fathom the true scale of this realm, for it stretched endlessly beyond sight. Even more astonishing to Laura and her companions was the presence of numerous demonic beasts. These creatures seemed native to this domain, existing since its inception, and they roamed in peaceful ease.

“Follow me, and we'll check out the spot I've selected,” Zhao Hai announced with a grin. With those words, he activated his mental command. A brief haze clouded Laura and the others' sight, and in an instant, they stood atop a towering summit. Atop this peak loomed a grand structure crafted from verdant bricks and tiled roofs, exuding an aura of antiquity. The edifice took the form of the eight trigrams layout. At its heart lay a sprawling square shaped like a Yin Yang fish. Black and white stones paved the area, mimicking the Yin Yang pattern, capable of holding up to 100,000 individuals. It was truly immense.

Zhao Hai beamed. “This is the haven I've set aside for their residence. Should our numbers grow in the future, they can construct dwellings on surrounding mountains. Materials abound here, so they have full freedom to build as they please. Besides, this territory dwarfs the bloody massacre Island by over a hundredfold. Housing everyone will pose no issue whatsoever.”

Laura and the group stood in awe. They were intimately familiar with the vastness of the bloody massacre Island, the grandest landmass in the bloody massacre sect. It transcended the notion of a mere island, resembling a full continent instead. Its expanse rivaled the entirety of Asia back on Earth. Enormous didn't begin to describe it. Yet, this new domain was a hundred times its size—an unbelievably colossal space.

Zhao Hai went on, “I've incorporated various mines into this area, sufficient for our needs. Moreover, this represents just one layer. The vessel actually houses three distinct realms. This middle one is merely the start. Beneath lies another, ten times vaster, designated for the devoted slaves. The upper realm is reserved for us. Nothing noteworthy catches the eye here. Let's head to the top level.” With that, Zhao Hai's thought stirred once more, blurring their vision briefly. Soon, they materialized in a compact domain.

This domain wasn't particularly expansive. Within it stood a modest manor surrounded by diverse spiritual plants and blooms. Beyond the manor, a petite lake shimmered, bordered by an infinite woodland. Demonic beasts inhabited this place too, though they were all diminutive varieties, radiating undeniable charm and adorability.

Zhao Hai glanced at Laura and the women, smiling as he spoke. “Notice anything? This is our private sanctuary. I intend to keep it hidden from most. It’s exclusively ours. From here, we can observe the outer world and direct its affairs. Essentially, I've crafted this for you all. Soon, you'll step into the public eye. Of course, the right moment hasn't arrived yet.”

Excitement lit up the faces of Laura and the other women. The idea that Zhao Hai would allow them to emerge publicly had once seemed a distant dream. Now, with this prospect dawning, joy filled their hearts. They dashed into the manor eagerly. In truth, this manor was the very Yin Yang Manor Zhao Hai preserved in his origin space. All elements here pulsed with life, yet during his repose, everything synchronized with his form. This setup prevented any unintended glimpses. Additionally, certain small entities chattered with Laura and the others in a lively manner, ensuring they never felt isolated.

Once the tour concluded, Zhao Hai chose not to send Laura and the rest back to the medium plane. He permitted them to remain in this haven. Subsequently, he exited the vessel and ventured outward. With a swift flicker, he reemerged within the secret realm. This equipment-refining session had consumed a substantial duration— a complete ten days. At last, it was complete.

Earlier, Zhao Hai had employed resources from the minor city to forge a grand vessel. Unexpectedly, Laura and her group suggested a miniature version. Upon completion, he retained the small ship's form. None of the materials went to waste; every bit integrated into the compact craft.

Emerging from the medium plane, Zhao Hai extended his hand, summoning the small boat beneath him. He then piloted it directly toward the secret realm's core. His tasks within the secret realm neared their end. Only the final phase remained before he could escort everyone out. Prior to that, however, he needed to update the group to ease their concerns. Truth be told, Zhao Hai's prolonged absence had already stirred some anxiety among them.

The sight of Zhao Hai arriving via small boat left everyone dumbfounded. They stared at the craft in bewilderment, puzzled about its origin. Where had he acquired such a diminutive vessel? What purpose could it possibly serve in its tiny state?

Surveying the assembly, Zhao Hai noted Chang Jun and the others present. He gave them a nod and declared, “Continue your dedicated cultivation here in the secret realm. I'll be away for no more than a year, or as little as three months. Rest easy regarding my safety—pour your efforts into training. Upon my return, we'll depart this secret realm. Then, the world shall witness our true might.” With that, a vast talisman array materialized beneath Zhao Hai's feet. In a flash, both he and the boat vanished.

The group stood stunned, but with Zhao Hai already gone, no words could reach him. They exchanged glances, at a loss for response. Finally, Chang Jun spoke up. “Never mind. The sect master undoubtedly has pressing matters. Our role now is to train diligently. Push your cultivation to the limits. Move along. If you're on the verge of a breakthrough, seek me out for a pill. No need for hesitation. Back in the day, myriad Island master experts in the sect relied on such aids. There's no shame in it.”

A resounding “yes” echoed from the crowd as they dispersed. Their immediate focus had to be on cultivation. Assisting with external affairs lay beyond their reach. Even if they desired to, escape from the secret realm proved impossible. The internal teleportation array lay in ruins long ago. Without Zhao Hai's guidance, departure remained unattainable. Thus, their sole option was to train relentlessly. This held especially true for the bloody massacre sect disciples, who poured every ounce of effort into their practice. Though the sect lay in ruins, they endured. The mantle of its rebirth now rested upon them—a burden of immense weight, compelling their unyielding cultivation.

In the past, mutual trust had been scarce among them. Lately, however, dozens of new Island Lords had emerged. Combined with Zhao Hai’s retainers, their ranks swelled to nearly 200 Island Lords. Such a formidable assembly ignited visions of resurgence. Though these numbers paled against the sect's zenith, they kindled hope. Imagine if, one day, every one advanced to Island Lord status—couldn't the bloody massacre sect reclaim its former glory? This very aspiration drove their fervent cultivation.

The ghost wind team members trained with equal vigor. Loyalty to the bloody massacre sect eluded them somewhat, given their rogue cultivator roots. They owed no debts of gratitude to the sect. Yet, as cultivators, the pursuit of greater power defined them. Advancement promised ascension to elite ranks, a universal dream among their kind. With this golden chance at hand, they seized it fully, training without respite. Still, their intensity fell slightly short of the bloody massacre sect disciples' zeal.

Nevertheless, the secret realm's vitality had surged back to life. All inhabitants trained ferociously. Idle wanderers were nowhere to be found. In this charged environment, even the laziest felt compelled to strive. Competition simmered subtly too. Witnessing a rival or equal, once matched in power, now surging ahead through tireless effort—could one remain unruffled? Naturally not. Hence, every soul in the secret realm devoted themselves wholly to cultivation.

By now, Zhao Hai had departed the secret realm aboard his small bronze boat. He materialized at the former site of the bloody massacre Island—the swirling energy vortex. He chose this spot deliberately, as it concentrated the densest killing aura and death aura from across the entire bloody massacre sect. By refining all that energy into his vessel, its caliber would elevate. This, in turn, would streamline his absorption of energies from the sect's other regions.

Zhao Hai's expression remained serene as he regarded the energy vortexes, murmuring to himself. “This could be your final legacy, yet its true potential shines when transformed into our power source. Fear not—I shall eradicate the corpse demon sect. I will ascend without fail. To the upper realm I go, and there, I vow to obliterate the corpse demon old master!” His words concluded, Zhao Hai directed the small bronze boat toward one of the energy whirlpools.

Long before Zhao Hai neared the energy whirlpool, an immense gravitational tug assailed him. The one he targeted ranked among the smaller vortices, yet it measured about 100 meters wide. The force caught him off guard. Despite his prowess and the boat's capabilities, the pull swayed him noticeably. This underscored the vortex's formidable might. Far from dismayed, Zhao Hai felt elation. The more potent the energy, the greater the boon upon refinement.