Netherworld Secret Realm, Fourth-Tier Strange Bird

The desolate forest was cold and silent, the chill steadily deepening.

Luohou's sudden words—"Friend, wait"—plunged the atmosphere into a cold, deathly stalemate.

The night was deep and the dew heavy; outside the city, all was barren and still. In such an atmosphere, an abrupt remark after the transaction had ended inevitably invited unnecessary speculation.

"What is it?"

Chen Ping'an's eyes were dark and cold as he looked at the Man in Gray Mist not far before him.

"Fellow Seven Banned, have you heard of the Netherworld Secret Realm?"

Luohou's words broke the deadlock in the air. The cold silence seemed to warm by the slightest degree.

"The Netherworld Secret Realm?"

Chen Ping'an's heart stirred as he searched through what he knew of this secret realm.

He had read no small number of records and travel chronicles. Yet the dynasty was vast, and tales of secrets and oddities were as boundless as the sea. Especially for certain rare pieces of intelligence, one could hardly come into contact with them without reaching a certain level.

Though Chen Ping'an's mood shifted, his expression remained unchanged. His weathered face was lined with deep furrows as he seemed to ponder something.

Luohou had not truly expected the old monster before him to answer. He smiled lightly and spoke of his calculations.

"The Netherworld Secret Realm appears once every three sixty-year cycles. Though it does not follow a fixed pattern, the timing is generally not far off. By the usual course of events, the secret realm should open within the next year or two. When the day arrives, it will reveal itself."

"The opportunities within the secret realm are plentiful; I presume you know that as well, Fellow Daoist. Dao Protecting Treasures, great medicines and spiritual objects, refined ores and secret relics—even breakthrough opportunities such as