Chapter Thirty-Two: Entering the Forbidden Zone of the Primordial Realm

After dealing with these people, both the corpses and the survivors were thrown out. This battle left Chu Han's name echoing throughout Jingyuan City. To ordinary folk, the Yongquan Palace had always been revered as a kind of divine sanctuary. If any family had a member chosen as a disciple by Yongquan Palace, the entire family would rise with them.

But Chu Han shattered convention—he defeated the Palace’s vice leader with a single blow and dispatched several dozen of their top experts within minutes, as if a god had descended to earth. He overturned the long-standing awe the people held toward Yongquan Palace.

At Yongquan Palace—

“Reporting to the Grandmaster, everyone sent to the Tang family perished. Only the vice leader survived, but he’s now a cripple.”

In the main hall, an informant knelt on the ground, his report barely above a whisper. At the center of the hall sat a man in white robes, none other than the Grandmaster of Yongquan Palace.

Around him stood the elders, all engaged in heated discussion. None could have foreseen that such a grand entourage sent from Yongquan Palace would suffer such devastating losses.

“Is the Tang family truly so powerful? How many did it take to defeat the vice leader and his men?”

In the Grandmaster’s eyes, to eliminate so many experts at once would require at least several hundred, if not a thousand—practically an entire army.

“It was just one man. His name is Chu Han, the eldest son of the Tang family. He’s terrifyingly strong—he defeated the vice leader in a single move.”

The informant trembled as he spoke. He had witnessed the battle up close and had been deeply shaken.

At his words, the elders gasped in unison. They knew better than anyone the vice leader’s strength. That he was defeated in a single strike meant Chu Han's power was beyond imagination.

The Grandmaster was surprised as well, and after a moment’s contemplation, he spoke. “Here’s what we’ll do. Send men to keep watch over the Primal Realm. As for this Chu Han—I’ll deal with him myself. I want to see for myself what makes him so extraordinary.”

Unaware that Yongquan Palace’s gaze had once again turned upon him, Chu Han gave a few instructions to Sun Hao after the battle. The Bluefield Camp was in chaos, making it unwise to interfere for now.

Chu Han told Sun Hao to stay with the Tang family and keep an eye on the Bluefield Camp. When the time was right, they would strike.

Sun Hao had witnessed Chu Han’s might firsthand and finally understood the terrifying depth of his strength. He obeyed without question, abandoning any semblance of his former arrogance as one of the Thirteen Divine Generals. After all, for Chu Han, ending his life would be as easy as crushing an ant.

After settling matters, Chu Han left Jingyuan City and returned to Qin Family Village. At the village entrance, Qin Shuang waited anxiously, her gaze fixed on the distant road.

“Brother Chu, you’re finally back! I’ve waited all day. Are you alright?”

The sight of Chu Han brought visible relief to her face. She hurried over, her worry evident.

Chu Han was puzzled. He couldn’t imagine Qin Shuang knowing anything about what he’d been up to that day, so why was she waiting for him?

Seeing his confusion, Qin Shuang quickly explained, and understanding dawned on Chu Han.

After he had dealt with the experts from the families and factions of the Eastern Wastes on the mountain, more had been sent, vowing to kill him. Some families, recognizing his potential, loudly proclaimed their intention to recruit him with high rank and tempting offers. Worried for his safety but unaware of his whereabouts, Qin Shuang could only wait for him here.

Hearing her explanation, Chu Han realized what had happened. He chuckled at the irony—these factions wanted him dead, yet also sought to recruit him.

“Don’t worry. Here's what we’ll do—gather everyone here, I have something to say.”

Qin Shuang nodded and quickly assembled the villagers, who looked at Chu Han in bewilderment.

“I must apologize to you all. I have provoked many powerful factions and families from the Eastern Wastes. Sooner or later, they will come for me. I urge you to leave this place for now and hide until I’ve dealt with them. This is for your safety.”

The villagers hesitated but ultimately agreed. They knew they could not help Chu Han and would only be a distraction he’d have to protect.

As they went off to pack their belongings, Chu Han penned a letter instructing them to seek out the Tang family in Jingyuan City, who would arrange accommodations for them.

“Brother Chu, I know you’re no ordinary man, but please be careful. I won’t hold you back here, but I’ll pray for you every day and hope for your safe return. You are my hero.”

With that, Qin Shuang, her face flushed, kissed him on the cheek before hurrying after the others.

Chu Han touched his warm cheek and smiled, then set off alone toward the mountain.

The real reason for dispersing the villagers was that he intended to enter the Primal Realm’s Forbidden Zone. Though the system’s numbers would start loading as soon as he neared the zone, the loading process was slow. He hoped to find a way inside to halt the system’s progress.

At the mountaintop, he found no one; the factions had merely gone into hiding, not left entirely. But he had his own matters to attend to and paid them no mind.

He found a secluded spot, scanned the area to ensure no one was following, and in a flash entered the glowing orb—the Primal Realm’s Forbidden Zone.

Chu Han knew the Primal Realm was divided into three parts. The Forbidden Zone, at its outermost edge, was fraught with dangers designed to keep people out. So far, no one had ever made it through. The second region was the Outer Space, marking true entry. The third, Inner Space, was where Chu Han believed the remaining part of the Thunder Emperor’s Law was hidden.

Inside the Forbidden Zone, the system began its slow loading process. Fortunately, with the power of tribulation lightning, Chu Han had reduced the system’s progress to zero, buying himself time.

The Forbidden Zone was shrouded in thick, white mist, visibility no more than three or four meters even for Chu Han’s extraordinary eyes. The mist was poisonous—though at first, only small amounts were inhaled, the accumulation would eventually be fatal, with no antidote.

Upon entering, Chu Han immediately used the power of thunderfire to expel the poison. The chill of the toxin was countered by the blazing yang energy of thunderfire, its natural nemesis.

As Chu Han ventured deeper, dangers multiplied—meteors occasionally crashed down, and mutated beasts sometimes attacked, but none posed a real threat to him.

After two hours, the system’s loading had reached ten percent—a manageable rate, and Chu Han relaxed slightly.

As he pressed on, the poison in the air lessened, visibility improved, but the toxicity became more potent. Just then, the sounds of battle erupted not far away—so fierce that even the shockwaves reached Chu Han’s location.