At the beginning of the Hai Hour, the immortal mist in Myriad Spirits Mountain dispersed visibly in every direction, like ripples spreading across a pond struck by a pebble. The secret realm officially opened. Travelers rode the wind, sweeping over from Heavenly Capital City and taking in the mountain scenery.
Beneath the night sky, Little Bad King looked around in surprise and tried calling out, "Dao Lord! Senior Brother Deng! Little Songstress...!"
He called several times in succession but received no reply. All he heard was the night breeze and the faint rustling of the mountain woods. Three full teams had clearly set out together from that forest, yet the moment Little Bad King stepped into the territory of Myriad Spirits Mountain, he discovered that all his teammates had "vanished"...
Receiving no answer, Little Bad King stopped dwelling on finding his rotten friends. He felt this was probably the Myriad Spirits Garden Secret Realm's unique entry method. Once Travelers entered the mountain, they had effectively entered the secret realm and triggered its associated mechanisms, so they could no longer see their companions.
Above the forest, Ren Ye stood suspended in the air, studying the Myriad Spirits mountain range before him. His first impression was of sheer size-vast, all-encompassing, boundless and endless. Previously, endless immortal mist had gathered within Myriad Spirits Mountain, obscuring the Travelers' vision, so when they looked in from outside, all they could see was a blanket of white.
But now, standing within the mountains and gazing into the distance, he truly felt the majestic grandeur of the Myriad Spirits mountain range. Peaks stretched before his eyes, their forests rising and falling in an unbroken expanse. Even with the eyesight of a Fourth-Grade Cultivator, he could not see the end of the range. He was like an ant