The disciples of Lihuo Palace and Lingxiu Sect advanced in a two-wing formation on either side of the Sìtōng Commercial Association. Yue Qianchou, Du Feng, and Huo Yunlong followed behind...
Mist formed from dense spiritual energy drifted everywhere. Exotic flowers and rare herbs were visible at every turn, while the surroundings seemed eternally shrouded in a pale white haze, with no sun, moon, or stars in sight. What struck Yue Qianchou as strangest was that he had only now realized there seemed to be no night here. No matter how much time passed, everything remained white and hazy, giving one the sensation of being trapped in a nightmare, unable to break free. It felt so unreal.
When he asked Du Feng and Huo Yunlong, neither of them understood this strange phenomenon either. It was said that ever since the Divine Ruins Realm had first opened, it had always been like this inside. Many people had shared the same doubts, but no one had ever figured out what was going on.
As they searched onward, Yue Qianchou discovered once again that a great sect was indeed a great sect. Its deterrent power was clearly extraordinary. The moment certain petty scoundrels with ill intentions saw disciples from Lihuo Palace and Lingxiu Sect, they immediately backed away three paces and hastily took a detour. It was not because the disciples of the two great sects had particularly high cultivation; after all, the cultivation levels of disciples from every sect entering the Divine Ruins Realm were more or less the same. The crucial point was that no one could afford to provoke the forces behind them. Otherwise, even if one gained an advantage within the Divine Ruins Realm, one would bring a great disaster upon one's sect after getting out.
Fighting and killing never