By now, nearly two hours had passed since Ye Zhen's Mystic Gate Clone entered the Secret Realm beyond the Gate of White Bones.
Yet in those two hours, Cloud Winged Tiger King Xiao Mao had carried Ye Zhen and the Mystic Gate Clone through no fewer than eight hundred thousand li of territory.
What frustrated Ye Zhen was that after exploring nearly eight hundred thousand li, they had found absolutely nothing.
The entire eight hundred thousand li was nothing but blood-colored desolation and gleaming white bones, without the slightest trace of anything else.
Even when he exhausted his eyesight from high in the air, the sight remained the same. There was no sign whatsoever of any Ancient Demon God's legacy.
Ye Zhen even began to suspect that this entire Secret Realm might be nothing but this monotonous wasteland and white bones.
Or perhaps he had merely entered an illusion. After all, this unchanging blood-red desolation gave off an intense sense of unreality.
However, just as Ye Zhen was wondering about this, both he and his Mystic Gate Clone looked toward the depths of the blood-hazed sky, then toward the Battle Soul Blood Banner floating above the clone's head.
At that instant, Ye Zhen and his Mystic Gate Clone sensed it at the same time. It seemed that many auras similar to the Battle Soul Blood Banner were rapidly drawing near.
And they were extremely fast.
Ye Zhen and his Mystic Gate Clone exchanged puzzled looks. Suddenly, both their expressions shook once more as they turned their heads toward the rear.
In the distant sky behind them, the void barrier rippled faintly. A point of blood-red light seemed to pass through empty space as though no one were there, directly piercing through the void barrier and descending behind Ye Zhen's group.