What he hated most was that, even now, he did not know Wei Tu's true identity. Even if he wanted revenge afterward, it would be hard to accomplish.
Moreover, this was unlike other secret realms.
Too many powerful races of the Spirit Realm stood within the Divine Wasteland. Even with a hundred times the courage, he would not dare send his true body there and search through every immortal city in the Divine Wasteland one by one.
After releasing a puppet and testing that the "narrow slit" blooming with purple radiance held no danger,
Wei Tu did not hesitate. He raised the Water-Fire Immortal Garment, and with a flicker of his body, slipped inside.
Completely unlike the crystalline exterior of the purple vertical eye,
the world within its pupil was more like an independent little heaven and earth.
It resembled a "spherical space," roughly a thousand zhang across. All around it spread the same purple radiance as at its entrance, more like a spiritual restriction.
At the very center of this "spherical space" floated an ancient, mysterious circular altar.
At the altar's stone steps knelt more than ten lifelike "living people" clad in white ritual robes. Their hands were pressed to the ground, their postures peculiar, as though they were worshipping something.
Yet strangely, the very center of the altar was completely empty. There was only a small stone offering table.
Wei Tu wanted to probe it with his divine sense, but strangely, the moment it touched the altar, restrictions rippled through the void around it and blocked his investigation.
At the same time, these ritual attendants in white robes seemed to have sensed his arrival. In perfect unison, they turned to look at him, their eyes hollow and indifferent.
The next moment,
it was as though the great