Within the pendant, Shi Lan slowly opened her eyes.
Time flowed much faster in the Fierce Nether King Realm than in the Lingyang Realm. Nearly eight years had passed since the day she took the Crimson Crow War Halberd.
The pendant was a rare treasure, forged from nether jade. Its yin energy was exceptionally dense. It had not only kept her divine sense from dissipating, but had continually nourished it as well.
She had the introductory chapter of the Divine Refining Scripture. With the nether jade and this method for strengthening the soul, after nearly eight years, this strand of divine sense had grown powerful enough to almost rival an ordinary sixth-rank Primordial Spirit.
This strand of divine sense was entirely different from Qing Lan's existence. It was not an avatar, but merely one of her consciousnesses, and could serve as a decent fallback.
Judging by what she had witnessed over the past eight years, the Fierce Nether King Realm's power level was not especially high. At the very least, it had no figures on the Supreme level.
Though this world had many tribes, only a handful were powerful.
Even those exalted experts who wielded divine and demonic weapons and looked down upon all living beings were, at most, eighth-rank creatures. They were on par with the Qiong Luo Realm before it had suffered the Samsara Hall's massacre, and the conditions for survival were relatively safe.
The only drawback was that it lay too far from the Lingyang Realm, so information took time to travel.
Even if something happened now, the news would not reach the Lingyang Realm until a month later.
If this strand of divine sense grew stronger, it could narrow that gap to some extent.
The young woman cultivating sensed a change in the pendant. She immediately