A faint, barely perceptible chill hung in the air. It was not the damp cold of moisture, but a bone-deep, soul-piercing chill, as though something invisible were slowly flowing through the air.
"Separated."
Xu Changqing muttered to himself, showing no surprise.
He had long expected this. Since the Night-Cry Secret Realm was alive, it would naturally separate everyone as it scrutinized each entrant.
From the moment they stepped into the Secret Realm, each person's trial had already begun.
They had made all the preparations they could. What remained depended on their individual Creation.
Xu Changqing released his Divine Sense, spreading it in every direction.
Ordinarily, the Divine Sense of a Third-Level Spirit Transformation cultivator could cover more than a thousand li.
Yet upon this gray plain, his Divine Sense seemed to be suppressed by something, its range shrinking to less than ten li.
The faint, intermittent chill in the air seemed to possess a natural ability to block Divine Sense.
Seeing this, Xu Changqing withdrew his Divine Sense and began walking forward.
The gray-white earth beneath his feet gave off a fine rustling sound as he stepped on it, each step leaving behind a shallow footprint.
The plain was deathly silent. There was no wind, no insects, no sign of life.
That absolute silence was more unsettling than any clamor, as though silently reminding him that this was not a place for the living.
After walking for about the time it took an incense stick to burn, a change finally appeared ahead.
It was a mirror.
It was neither mounted on a wall nor set upon a table, but floated in midair three feet above the ground.
The mirror was roughly the height of a man. Its entire body was formed from some kind of silver liquid, its edges constantly