But there was something Gui Junmeng couldn't quite figure out—
'If this Yuzhu was so generous, why did it set up such a bloody and cruel trial on the surface, demanding the lives of hundreds of thousands of Cultivators as a sacrifice just to open the true Secret Realm?'
"We need to be more careful on the path ahead."
As the two continued deeper, Xiao Mo keenly sensed the Spiritual Power ahead growing denser. The aura emanating from that domineering bloodline was so potent that even he felt a faint sense of alarm.
"Mm," Gui Junmeng acknowledged. In truth, she didn't need Xiao Mo's reminder; she had already raised her guard.
Xiao Mo clutched a Talisman in his hand, while Gui Junmeng held her Duster tightly. The two of them slowly walked out of the deep, narrow stone passage.
In an instant, the view opened up before them.
