The place where the Negative-Origin Secret Realm was located was a mountain cliff, surrounded by jagged, grotesque rocks. It counted as a strange land.
This was also a suitable place for the Negative-Origin Clan to establish themselves. Most of them cultivated the dao of earth and stone, and needed it to accord with their own spiritual workings.
And now, even more peaks towered there, arranged in a particular trend.
Some peaks had even undergone particular changes, resembling swords, hammers, umbrellas, and towers.
A faint spiritual barrier had appeared in the sky as well.
Two Sixth Stage Negative-Origin Turtles were waiting carefully at the side, wishing they could bury their heads into their bellies.
But the middle-aged man in yellow robes before them seemed somewhat angered.
His aura was almost completely unconcealed.
He had come quietly because he wanted to observe Return-to-Zen more, to see whether the other party had any secrets. After all, his breakthrough had been too fast.
Yet who would have known that as soon as he arrived, he would run into a formation? Although this formation was not very powerful, its concealment could not be underestimated.
At the same time, Return-to-Zen had not offended him, so it would not be proper for him to forcefully break the formation. In the end, he could only transmit his voice from within the formation and wait for Return-to-Zen to come out.
"Brother Yellow Earth!" At this moment, Return-to-Zen finally walked out. He wore an exquisite magic robe, and though it showed no spiritual light, one could tell from the fabric of the silk alone that it was no ordinary item.
"Return-to-Zen, it's getting harder and harder to see you now. There's even a formation at the entrance to this secret realm. Does that mean that when I come in the