A trace of disbelief flickered in Kun Peng Laojun's eyes—
He had briefly tested the light of this secret realm earlier.
When searching for a secret realm, one could hardly rely on one's eyes alone, or simply listen with one's ears. Naturally, one also had to use various Divine Abilities and Marvelous Dharma to probe. When he found the entrance to this secret realm, the divine ability he used had collided with it—not violently, but enough to make an impact.
At the time, he had summoned a vast surge of primordial qi, which gathered and took the form of a Kunpeng flying toward the entrance. The Kunpeng carried a tremendous spiritual charm as it swam through the void, a wondrous thing caught between reality and illusion. It was a technique he had newly comprehended and created after a month of discussion with Zhuang Zhou.
It could make an attack real and turn aside an enemy by becoming unreal, its yin and yang flowing and shifting in unpredictable ways. With this divine ability, even an ordinary True Lord might not have been a match for the Kunpeng—especially since it had been formed from a trace of Kun Peng Laojun's own Spirit Charm. Yet as the Kunpeng drew near, before it could do anything, a flash of sword light seemed to streak through the void.
The Kunpeng's movements froze.
Then it vanished without a trace. The technique had been effortless and unruffled, yet its destructive power and lethality were astonishing. Now, even the residual ripples of that radiance had been enough to shatter the sharpness of his attack. Yet before this Daoist, they had shown not the slightest hostility, simply dispersing like this.
Kun Peng was left uncertain and wary.
In the end, he could only attribute it all to the fact