Origin Spring Eye, Longevity Dao Rhyme Nourishes Spiritual Roots

Deeper within the ruins of the ancient hall in the Hongmeng Secret Realm, the clouds and mist grew ever denser. Yet this was not miasma that obstructed sight, but fog condensed from Origin spiritual energy so pure it had reached the utmost extreme. Every wisp inhaled into the lungs made a cultivator's meridians hum faintly, as though a parched riverbed had been soaked by a clear spring. Shen Hao walked at the very front, the hem of his plain Daoist robe lifted slightly by the spiritual energy. His soul power spread out like an invisible net, shrouding a hundred zhang in every direction as he carefully sensed every trace of disturbance nearby.

Lei Meng and Elder Mu Chen followed close behind. Both of their breaths were heavier than usual—not from exhaustion, but because the Origin spiritual energy here was too dense. Every breath required focus to guide it, lest the vast spiritual energy burst their meridians apart. The formation of three hundred exploration disciples slowed their pace somewhat. Every face bore an intoxicated expression, yet they forced themselves to remain vigilant. After all, within a secret realm, the greater the treasure land, the greater the danger often lurking within.

"Common Lord, the spiritual energy density ahead has likely reached more than a thousand times that of the outside world." The emerald wooden staff in Elder Mu Chen's hand trembled lightly, and the spirit pearl atop it emitted a faint green glow. "This old man can sense an incomparably pure Origin Power of Life not far ahead."

Shen Hao nodded slightly and raised a hand to signal the group to halt. His gaze pierced through the thick mist and fell upon a slightly raised patch of open ground ahead. The fog there bore a strange pale golden hue, flowing and surging