Mountain winds gusted over the cliff.
They sent the mist at its edge rolling and churning.
As a few insect chirps rang out, several insect silhouettes darted into the mist along the cliff.
Inside a cave by the cliff, two figures quietly appeared.
One was none other than Ye Jingcheng, who had arrived in secret. The other was Ye Jingzhong.
"Jingzhong, stay here and monitor the spirit insects. If anything unusual happens, come report to me," Ye Jingcheng said.
Spirit insects would be of little use against the seventh-stage Purple Luan Eagle Demon Venerable. Instead, they needed to watch for other Demon Venerables or Body Integration Demon Lords who might sense what was happening inside the secret realm. It would be troublesome if they came to steal the fruits of their labor.
On the Wildlands Continent, the mantis stalked the cicada while the oriole waited behind all too often.
Ye Jingcheng was only a Spirit Transformation cultivator. He had yet to glimpse even the full extent of Void Refinement power, so naturally, he had to make preparations.
Ye Jingzhong nodded and covered himself with an ancient brocade treasure that concealed his aura, watching as Ye Jingcheng laid out an array before entering the innermost hall.
The eerily distorted dark void had swallowed most of the hall again. Countless rocks vanished into it without a trace, as though they had never existed.
Sensing the aura at the secret realm's entrance, Ye Jingcheng could not help taking a deep breath.
Then his gaze hardened with resolve. Spirit-taming light flared, and he charged straight into the secret realm.
Almost the instant Ye Jingcheng entered, he felt a terrifying divine sense lock onto him once more.
Yet compared with last time, the pressure Ye Jingcheng felt was far, far weaker.
He even felt that