Zhang Shuai concealed his entire aura, pushing the Breath-Concealing Spirit-Hiding Art and his invisibility technique to their limits. His figure became like ripples melding into light and shadow as he silently slipped into the vast, mysterious Primordial World-Severing Valley.
The scene within the valley was even stranger and more fantastical than it had appeared from afar.
What grew from the ground was not ordinary grass or trees, but bizarre vegetation mutated by long-term exposure to the aura of the Primordial Endless Domain.
There were strange grasses with serrated leaves that glinted with a metallic chill, shrubs with snake-like twisted branches bearing flowers that gave off hypnotic halos, and even dark-purple moss spread across the ground, slowly writhing like living creatures.
The air was permeated with a trace of the Primordial Endless Domain's unique aura of lawlessness. Though thin, it made the circulation of Zhang Shuai's true essence feel slightly sluggish, as though it had formed a subtle barrier between him and the Great Dao of the outside world.
He had to devote part of his attention to resisting the erosion of this aura, making his movements even more cautious.
His chosen target was a Primordial Origin Tomb roughly a thousand zhang tall, relatively close to the valley entrance.
Among the valley's forest of towering structures, this Origin Tomb could only be considered miniature. Unfamiliar with the place, he naturally chose to begin exploring with a smaller Primordial Origin Tomb.
Even so, the closer he drew to the Primordial Origin Tomb, the more its vast, ancient suppressive power made his heart and mind tremble.
As he approached the Primordial Origin Tomb, Zhang Shuai grew increasingly careful. He knew this area was now a mixed gathering of all sorts. Not only were there Saints, Demon Kings, and Devil Kings from every faction,