After leaving the territory of the Nine Netherworld Python Clan, Han Feng reappeared above the mountain ranges of the Beast Region.
He did not leave immediately. Instead, he turned his gaze toward the sprawling Bone Mountain Range.
"I refuse to believe this."
Han Feng stroked his chin, a determined curve rising at the corner of his mouth.
He had failed to find the Creation Saint's relic before because he had not given it his all. Now that his strength had improved again, reaching the Mid-Stage Four-Star Dou Saint level, and his understanding of spatial laws had risen to another level, he was confident he could uncover that hidden pocket realm.
This time, he did not blindly scour the area with his spiritual sense like a headless fly. Instead, he closed his eyes and completely merged his consciousness with heaven and earth.
The movement of the wind, the shifting clouds, every nearly imperceptible fluctuation of energy in space—all of it appeared clearly in his mind.
For three whole days, Han Feng hovered silently above the Bone Mountain Range like a stone statue, without moving in the slightest.
Finally, at dusk on the third day, just as the last remnants of sunset were about to be swallowed by the horizon, he abruptly opened his eyes!
"Found it."
His gaze locked precisely onto an inconspicuous valley in the deepest reaches of the Bone Mountain Range.
The space there appeared no different from its surroundings, yet under the perception of his Late Heaven Realm soul, he could detect an exceedingly faint distortion and folding.
It was like a crease on a flat sheet of white paper, one so faint it was almost impossible to discern with the naked eye.
"What an ingenious method."
Even Han Feng could not help but praise it.
That Creation