His vision went black, then immediately returned.
Since the teleportation formation covered only an extremely short distance, the strain it imposed in every respect was minimal. None of those present were ordinary Foundation Establishment Cultivators, and they soon recovered.
Still, it had some effect on them.
For a moment, Liu Yu's mind was scattered, leaving him unable to concentrate.
But after years of enduring the pain of tempering his spirit, his grasp of his own mental state had reached consummate mastery.
In less than a breath, he forcibly gathered his thoughts and sent his divine sense spreading in all directions, gaining a clear picture of his surroundings.
Rows of buildings in the distinctive style of the Western Sands met his eyes. Many showed signs of decay, as though they had stood for quite a long time.
The air was slightly scorching. Overhead was not a blue sky, but a brown stone ceiling, and the light was somewhat dim.
Is this... deep underground?
After taking in the scenery within the secret realm, Liu Yu arrived at this thought based on the various clues.
Then he noticed the "puppets" of various shapes standing along the streets between the buildings.
These puppets could broadly be divided into two types: humanoid and beast-shaped. All were covered in dust, with only occasional exposed portions of their bodies gleaming coldly.
Before a puppet was activated, anyone without specialist knowledge would find it difficult to judge its grade by appearance alone.
The teleportation formation was situated in this small square, where visibility was rather limited. Old streets extended in every direction.
The puppets on those streets vaguely encircled the square, suggesting both protection and vigilance.
Liu Yu's gaze sharpened slightly. Holding the Dark Moon Sword, he devoted a small portion of his attention to the spirit artifacts