Treasure-Hunting Journey

After Clan Chief Chonghua left, Zhang Shuai did not linger long in the temporary cave abode. With a flicker, he appeared before the entrance to the Wuwang Secret Realm, hidden beneath towering ice cliffs.

Spatial ripples swayed at the entrance. Zhang Shuai stepped inside, and the scene before him abruptly opened up.

The interior of the Wuwang Secret Realm was like an independent world carefully shrunk down and hidden beneath the icefield.

As far as the eye could see, verdant mountains stood in the distance, streams babbled softly, and patches of muddy swampland continuously bubbled with poisonous miasma.

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth was several times denser than outside, mixed with the unique Dao rhythms emitted by various immortal materials. Seven-star spiritual herbs and immortal flowers were everywhere, and traces of eight-star immortal materials could occasionally be sensed. Clearly, this was a treasure land rich in resources.

At a thought, Zhang Shuai simultaneously activated the Bone-Shifting Form-Change Technique and the Breath-Concealing Spirit-Hiding Art.

The bones throughout his body let out faint crackling sounds as his face and physique rapidly changed. He transformed into an ordinary-looking middle-aged scholar in white robes, with a mild aura.

At that moment, unless someone had cultivated a truth-piercing eye technique to an extremely high level, it would be nearly impossible to see through his true appearance or the deeply concealed Saint Realm cultivation he possessed.

His vast Divine Sense spread out like spilled mercury. Though the secret realm was vast, nearly half its territory fell beneath the coverage of his Saint-level Divine Sense.

Where spiritual materials lay, what types they were, whether they were mature, whether they had owners... all of it was as clear as lines on his palm.

He noticed quite a few treasure-hunting parties active within the secret realm, including