After stepping into the spatial vortex, Su Jie found himself in a dense mountain forest after a bout of dizzying disorientation.
Ancient trees towered a hundred zhang into the sky, forming a green sea of forest. A breeze swept past, making the treetops rise and fall like waves.
He raised his head. The sky resembled an oil painting, displaying all kinds of bizarre and distorted colors.
Normally, with the strength of Su Jie's divine sense, he could sweep across ten million li in an instant, seeing everything as clearly as the patterns in his palm.
But after arriving in this world, Su Jie's divine sense had been heavily suppressed. Less than one ten-thousandth of its original strength remained.
"Immortal might!"
Su Jie's lips moved slightly. He could faintly sense an invisible pressure in the void.
Even a Dao Crossing cultivator could not suppress Su Jie's divine sense to this extent. Clearly, it was the pressure radiating from that immortal corpse, suppressing everything in this world.
They said that even a dead tiger retained its might. Even after an ordinary tiger died, ordinary animals would not dare approach it for some time, let alone a legendary immortal. This pressure made no distinction between inside and out. It suppressed not only divine sense, but also the physical body, meridians, and spiritual power. Even flying had become far more difficult than it was outside.
The Thousand-Hand Centipede and Annual Ring Worm had evolved by fusing with immortal blood genes, making them especially sensitive to the aura of immortals. Now that they sensed this invisible pressure, they huddled in Su Jie's arms, exposing only their little heads as they looked around warily.
"What powerful pressure!"
Han Ruyan's expression was solemn. Even as a ghost, she was not spared by this immortal might, which severely