After entering the valley, Li Bufan discovered that it was utterly unlike anywhere he had ever seen. Gray-white mist filled the entire valley like a sleeping ocean, so dense it was almost liquid, flowing slowly around him with the sluggish weight of mercury.
Everywhere he looked, even the ground beneath his feet was covered in a thin layer of hidden dragon qi, which sank slightly when he stepped on it.
The rocks and dead trees whose outlines had still been faintly visible at the valley entrance were now completely submerged in the dense mist, as though a gray-white curtain had shrouded the entire world.
Li Bufan tried spreading his Yang God Realm spiritual sense ahead of him, but the moment it left the space between his brows, he felt an unprecedented pressure.
It was like thrusting an arm into thick glue. Every inch he extended it cost far more effort than usual.
His brows creased slightly. He slowly pushed his spiritual sense out to a radius of a hundred zhang, but could not extend it a fraction farther, as though an invisible wall ahead had completely cut off his perception.
In the outside world, spiritual sense at the Yang God Realm could easily cover a hundred li in an instant. Yet here in Hidden Dragon Valley, he could barely detect movement within a hundred zhang. That alone showed how terrifyingly this place suppressed spiritual sense.
But far from feeling discouraged, Li Bufan felt a faint excitement rising in his heart.
The denser the hidden dragon qi, the more efficiently he could cultivate.
He strode onward, continuing deeper into the valley.
The farther he went, the thicker and heavier the hidden dragon qi became. The gray-white mist gradually took on the consistency of flowing water, coursing slowly around his body with