Spirit City, the night was deep.
The entire city remained as solemn as ever. Patrols moved in perfect order, towering halls stood in rows, and nothing appeared any different from usual.
No one knew that the defensive core of all Spirit City had long since been completely locked down by invisible, traceless god-level power.
The Asura God hid within the dimension of the God Realm. Without revealing his divine form, divine radiance, or causing any phenomenon, he silently concealed every formation, restriction, and divine-sense scan using only the most minute foundational laws of the inheritance.
Qian Daoliu's secluded cultivation grounds lay deathly still, perception completely severed; the Title Douluo offerings were lost and unaware; the citywide warning formation was no more than decoration, while every lethal trap remained silently dormant.
Everything was calm. No wind stirred the waves, no clouds covered the sky, and no one could perceive this secret manipulation spanning dimensions.
In the deep mountains outside the city, Tang Hao's eyes suddenly sharpened.
No matter where this bizarre stroke of good fortune had come from, with this opportunity before him, he would never let it slip away.
His figure flashed, and a dark streak of light tore through the air. He restrained his damaged Clear Sky Soul Power to the utmost limit and, using the "invisible passage" quietly laid out by the Asura God, slipped into Spirit City without the slightest obstruction.
The heart of Spirit City, once filled with killing intent at every step and restrictions in every inch, was now as good as undefended to him.
Every patrol and enforcement squad, every Spirit Hall deacon he passed, seemed blind despite having their eyes open. They brushed past him without a single person catching sight of him. The patterns that should have triggered alarms, the killing formations