In a mountain hollow, an earth-shaking howl rang out, echoing through the entire sprawling mountain range.
He Sheng looked toward the sound, his face filled with astonishment.
"What is that?"
He saw a living creature shaped like a giant python, with two horns on its head, four legs and five claws, its entire body pitch-black, soaring into the air as flames spewed from its mouth.
"A Kui Beast?"
"How could a Kui Beast appear in this realm?"
"And that inexplicable holy pressure..."
He Sheng stared intently at the Kui Beast floating in the distant sky, his brows tightly furrowed as he muttered to himself.
At a certain moment, white mist erupted from the ground. In mere moments, it covered the entire mountain range, making it impossible to see one's hand before one's face.
He Sheng's face was full of shock.
He could not have been more familiar with this mist. It was spiritual energy, the thing countless cultivators dreamed of.
"This is clearly a Mortal Realm without any spiritual energy. How could this be..."
"Could it be that this realm has advanced?"
The surrounding vegetation was affected by the spiritual energy and visibly transformed. It grew at an astonishing rate; saplings that had been only as tall as a person became towering trees in the blink of an eye.
Yet what came next was even more shocking.
The vast number of Strange Spirit corpses that He Sheng had slain in the mountain hollow were infused with spiritual energy. Their bodies suddenly trembled, and before long, they rose to their feet, coming back to life.
Flesh rapidly grew over their once-exposed bones, turning them into eerie creatures no different from ordinary humans.
Heh, heh, heh—
Several Strange Spirits let out raspy cries, followed by tens of thousands more. The mountain hollow