With Sacred Fire Cult cultivators leading the way, exploring the Secret Realm should take no more than three days.
As countless thoughts flashed through his mind, a mysterious smile appeared at the corner of Liu Yu's mouth.
His divine sense, which had originally reached twenty li, had been suppressed to a mere six li. Ordinary cultivators would fare even worse.
By his estimate, a range of two li would already be quite good.
The gap between their divine senses had not narrowed. In a sense, having everyone's divine sense suppressed actually worked in his favor.
Liu Yu and the other five stood beneath the decaying building, waiting quietly.
No sound came from the Greenwood Tower, and the first level of the Secret Realm was equally silent. They had no idea what lay inside, or whether Tang Tianbao's efforts were going smoothly.
The Sacred Fire Token was with Tang Tianbao. If the guardian puppets entangled them now, they would be in trouble.
Thus, none of the six had any intention of wandering around. They kept watch in every direction, patiently awaiting news.
Time slowly passed in the silence, and an eighth of an hour slipped by in a blink.
Suddenly, Liu Yu's expression shifted. He was the first to notice the situation at the Greenwood Tower's entrance.
"Holy Son."
Half a breath later, Uncle Yang, Zhou Ziwen, and the others finally noticed and looked over inquisitively.
Tang Tianbao had appeared in the doorway, a smile on his face.
"How did it go?"
Once he drew closer, a female cult member at the foundation establishment late stage could not help asking in a low voice.
As a Foundation Establishment Late Stage Cultivator, she should not have been so impatient.
But the Sacred Fire Cult was truly in dire straits. Whether they could