Qin Huaian looked at the slightly nervous Lin Qingxuan and said, "Junior Sister Qingxuan, there's no need to be nervous. Once we're inside, focus on protecting yourself first. Only then should you search for spirit herbs."
"Mm, I understand, Senior Brother Qin."
"It's our turn to enter. Let's go," Qin Huaian said.
The Origin Return Sect's disciples entered in the first batch. Although ten thousand disciples were going in, the entrance was large enough that it took less than half an incense stick's time before it was the Yellow Mountain Sword Sect's turn to enter in the second batch.
Qin Huaian took a deep breath and followed the Yellow Mountain Sword Sect's party into the light curtain.
After a wave of dizziness, Qin Huaian appeared on a small hill.
So this is the Lesser Spirit Realm? The spiritual energy here is fully twice as dense as outside. It truly is a paradise for cultivation. If only I could stay here and cultivate forever.
Of course, he knew that was impossible. Whenever the Lesser Spirit Realm's closing time arrived, every cultivator who had entered would be teleported back to the valley where they had come in.
Qin Huaian discovered a blue, willow-leaf-shaped mark on his left wrist. This should be the mark Elder Xie had mentioned. Once it turned completely red, he would be teleported out.
He looked around, but there was not a single person nearby.
The small hill was covered in lush vegetation, with no especially large trees. Ahead of it stood two connected mountain peaks.
After comparing the maps, he found that neither the Yellow Mountain Sword Sect's map nor the one he had purchased at the Ghost Market recorded this location.
Qin Huaian swept the area with his divine sense, but found no spirit herbs within a