After a day of rest, Chen Ming divided the hundred Divine Wind disciples into ten squads of ten. Led by the Four Chiefs and six veteran peak Foundation Establishment cultivators, they began their initial exploration of the secret realm.
The spiritual energy within the realm was astonishingly dense. It seeped into their bodies almost without any deliberate cultivation. Cultivating here would be at least several times faster than in the outside world.
Many disciples could not resist sitting cross-legged to meditate as soon as they made camp, greedily absorbing the spiritual energy and wishing they could live here forever.
Even Chen Ming felt both Golden Cores inside him tremble slightly after he took a deep breath, as though they resonated with the rich spiritual energy.
But Chen Ming knew this secret realm was no safe haven. The denser the spiritual energy, the greater the dangers that often lurked within.
A cave abode left behind by an Ancient Loose Immortal would never let anyone walk away with its treasures so easily.
He stood at the edge of camp, gazing at the distant mountains wreathed in mist, his vigilance unwavering.
This little world seemed peaceful and serene, but who knew how many deadly traps lay beneath that beautiful facade?
Sure enough, less than half a day into the exploration, discoveries began pouring in.
The first report came from the first squad, led by Zhao Tie Zhu. They had discovered an abandoned herb garden southwest of camp. It contained large quantities of spiritual herbs long extinct in the outside world. Even the youngest were several hundred years old, while a few of the oldest had grown for ten thousand years.
When Zhao Tie Zhu sent someone back with the news, his voice trembled with excitement. "Chief! We've struck it rich! Rich! Any single