The moment he stepped into the Spirit Ruins Land, Lu Xuan's taut nerves finally relaxed slightly.
The interception Lu Xuan had expected never came—quite a few of those old fellows had grudges against him.
Yet they had actually allowed him to enter just like that.
"They're keeping their composure."
A trace of wariness flashed through Lu Xuan's eyes. He did not believe those old fellows would show mercy.
After entering, the white light gate behind Lu Xuan that connected to the outside world remained there, unchanged.
The white light gate connecting to the Spirit Ruins Land would remain open for one year.
Only after that year had passed would it conceal itself within the void once more.
The people from the Eight Great Families and the five transcendent powers were likely guarding this gate, preventing anyone from daring to trespass into the Spirit Ruins Land.
Lu Xuan lifted his head and looked around, only for the sight before him to leave him utterly stunned.
A boundless Emerald Grassland stretched to the horizon. The breeze swept through waves of grass, and Lu Xuan could even smell the fragrance of earth and wildflowers.
In the distance, mountains rose and fell like the backs of giant dragons, while birds circling in the sky reflected streams of seven-colored light from their wings.
Everything was unbelievably real—the damp touch of the soil beneath his feet, the paths of spiritual qi flowing through the air, even the warmth of sunlight falling on his skin were no different from the real world.
"So this is... an independent small world?"
"Or is it a real-world illusion?"
After all, even Lu Xuan could not help but remain wary before an entirely new world.
Lu Xuan bent down and plucked a blade of grass. The sap seeping from its broken