Spirit Realm.
Great Marsh.
Aaron's figure materialized out of thin air, every inch of his skin brimming with the solidity of flesh and blood.
Ever since opening the Fourth Primordial, he had always entered the Spirit Realm with his physical body in tow.
"Spirituality is like an ocean!"
Aaron murmured. With the slightest shift of thought, the temperature around him began to rise, as though invisible flames were climbing into the air.
Once Beyonders opened the four major Primordials, they could enter the Spirit Realm in the flesh and explore this place more effectively.
Moreover, the opening of the fifth and sixth Primordials for almost all Beyonders was closely tied to the Spirit Realm!
For instance, Aaron's fifth Primordial—the 'Perfect One'—required the ritual condition of building a Spirit Realm wonder and advancing within it!
And since forging signal towers also required Spirit Realm base stations, Aaron had come straight to the Spirit Realm to survey the area after settling on his plan.
"Whether I build a wonder, a base station, or combine the two into an integrated structure, the prerequisite is secrecy!"
"Though the Great Marsh is safe, it isn't suitable."
After sweeping his gaze over the surroundings, Aaron left at once.
'Besides that, City of Fallen, Diat, and even the area corresponding to Yanan Town aren't very suitable either...'
Aaron took a few steps forward, and a black sandstorm suddenly filled his vision.
At some point, he had arrived at the edge of a black desert.
Within that black desert, several pitch-black pyramids loomed in and out of view.
Arriving with the sandstorm was a strange procession of priests and guards.
Their bodies were twisted and bizarre, wrapped in bandages like desiccated mummies, with bronze masks covering their faces.
They also held grayish-white stone weapons in their hands.
"Spirit