The information of the two Secret Realms kept changing, as if it was glitching or crashing.
There wasn't much time left for Tiger Vanguard to observe; the adults, with stern faces, hurried the children into the Secret Realm. The moment they crossed the Vortex Sect, luxurious light from all directions engulfed their vision. The ground was a carpet made of silk and golden threads, with a velvety touch, and the ceiling was as distant as the starry sky, towering as high as ten stories.
A low, continuous humming sound formed the background of this space—it's a blend of thousands of spinning roulette wheels, jumping dice, and colliding chips, mixed with cheers or sighs from afar.
Gorgeous women in splendid dresses moved between different facilities, the air flowing with golden desire, exuding a decadent fragrance. The children felt like beggars mistakenly entering an Immortal's banquet, uneasy or excited at heart, as the adults led them to a giant viewing platform.
