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High above the secret realm platform, the doors of one Torch Warship after another opened, and then, one by one, members of the Song Family descended from the sky, enveloped in a powerful aura.

As these Torch Ship Captains leaped from their own warships, ghostly lights swirled at their brows. The warships in the sky above shrank rapidly until they were reduced to streaks of light that entered their Ancestral Torch.

Thus, as the Torch Ship Captains landed one by one, the number of Torch Warships above the platform rapidly diminished, and the once-crowded Vault of Heaven became clear.

Within the crowd, Song Chi followed several of his fellow First Rank clansmen in an orderly fashion toward the interior of the cave.

At his ear, a group of clansmen whispered in quiet conversation.

Soon, Song Chi had a basic understanding of these people.

The average age of these dozens of First Rank Song Family members was between thirty-four and thirty-six years old, and it had been three to five years since their promotion to First Rank.

According to their tone, the reason they were only now challenging the Immortal Puppet Secret Realm was apparently due to guidance from direct elders higher up.

Which is to say, the upper echelons within the Song Family had known about the acceleration of the Immortal Puppet Secret Realm five or six years prior and had given their direct descendants a heads-up.

In light of this, Song Chi felt a stir within his heart and lamented that a family with nearly three thousand years of heritage truly operated like a miniature society, where absolute fairness was nothing but a joke.

Of course, this wasn’t to say anything negative, for if a family with nearly three thousand years of history could still maintain absolute unity, that would indeed be abnormal. After all, selfishness is human nature.

As long as the family could keep absolute consistency on the grand scheme, then it would have surpassed more than ninety percent of the medium-to-large forces, and in this regard, the Song Family was doing quite well.

As his thoughts whirled, the line of several hundred people had already reached deep within the cave.

Looking up, Song Chi realized that the space inside the mountain wasn’t small at all and easily accommodated the more than three hundred people.

Hundreds of people stood before six bronze portals, with black space vortexes at their centers.

Seeing this sight, Song Chi was slightly astonished.

”Is this the foundation of a family that has been passed down for nearly three thousand years?”

The reason for his shock was that even the portals before him represented six realms. Setting aside their Rank, even if all of them were Shattered Secret Realms, their value couldn’t be measured by ordinary wealth.

Moreover, these were just the ones in plain sight. Whether other secret places within the Song Family hid realms of higher standards or more importance, nobody knew.

Additionally, as his grandfather, Song Mingsong, had said before, many other direct and principal lineages of the family also controlled their own secret realms.

This single fact alone demonstrated the terrifying foundation behind the Song Family.

Song Chi’s gaze flitted among the six portals in front of him, pondering if the Moruo Secret Realm was among them.

At that moment, an elderly figure suddenly emerged from the 3,000-meter-long giant warship in the midst of the mountain.

Seeing the aged figure stepping out of the Zhulu Warship, the hundreds of Song Family members in the cave simultaneously bowed and said:

”We greet the Heavenly Arts Clan Elder!!”

The elder figure, known as Song Tianshu, hailed from one of the two principal lineages of the Song Family, the Heavenly Vein. According to the information obtained from the Quantum Communication Bracelet, this individual was over 1,500 years old, ranking within the top five among all the Clan Elders of the Song Family, an imposing seniority.

The elder nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping over the three hundred people, then pointed toward the most left-hand portal among the six bronze gateways and said:

”Go!”

Upon hearing these words, the twenty-some Third Rank clansmen at the front of the line moved first, followed by the Second Rank, and finally it was Song Chi’s turn.

When he emerged from the dizziness and sensation of weightlessness, the first thing Song Chi did was to scan his surroundings and assess the environment.