Far away, the Ancient Saint Son, who was cultivating in seclusion in the Heroic Spirit Realm, suddenly felt a chill sweep through his body, as though a cold wind had brushed past him, making him shudder for no reason.
"What's going on?" The Ancient Saint Son was bewildered and alarmed.
He was no mortal, but an Ancient Freak whose blood and qi surged like a dragon. How could he feel cold? Unless he was somewhere the power of lunar essence gathered.
At that moment, the Ancient Saint Son had an ominous premonition. He dearly wanted to move elsewhere to continue his secluded cultivation, but he had reached its most crucial stage. Moving recklessly might leave all his efforts in ruins.
At that thought, he could only grit his teeth and continue cultivating.
Ever since the eerie power had weakened, the Ancient Saint Son had remained in seclusion, striving to cultivate immortal qi. He had now made some progress and was close to forming his first strand.
Still, whether he could truly succeed remained unknown. Throughout history, many had stalled at the stage of immortal mist, unable to condense it into true immortal qi. The Ancient Saint Son could not afford to be careless.
Meanwhile, Shi Yi arrived in the Burial World. He had not used the Seventy-Two Transformations treasure technique to conceal his appearance, but immortal mist veiled his face, preventing outsiders from seeing his true features. His aura was elusive and unfathomable as well.
This minor thousand world was profoundly mysterious. Millions of cultivators had entered the Immortal Ancient Secret Realm, yet only a scant thousand knew of this place and could enter it. They were either the strongest First Generations or Ancient Freaks. Others had no means of gaining access.
Only after making inquiries had Shi Yi received