Barely an instant after everyone entered the twelfth floor, Shiheng's soul power, tempered through mutation and several times stronger than that of gods at his level, spread silently like a tide. In an instant, it enveloped the entire Secret Realm, bringing every last detail into his perception.
He immediately understood that this floor's territory was boundlessly vast, fully one and a half times the size of the O'Brien Empire. Deserts stretched for thousands of miles, abyssal fissures crisscrossed the land, annihilating gales howled through the sky, and poisonous miasma filled the air. Underground fire and molten lava erupted, while spatial turbulence flickered in and out of sight. The environment was hostile to the extreme.
Yet these deadly dangers, enough to instantly reduce Saint experts to ash without leaving even their souls behind, posed only considerable rather than fatal risks to the true God realm experts present. This was also why O'Brien and Kailin had been able to enter the Tomb of the Gods multiple times and return unscathed.
Under Shiheng's soul perception, the terrain, hidden restrictions, lurking creatures, and arrangements of lethal threats throughout the twelfth floor had nowhere to hide. Everything was as clear as day.
A Midgod occupied the forbidden core at the very center of the Secret Realm. Though his aura was vast and powerful, his foundation was unstable and his Laws disordered, far less refined and harmonious than those of a proper Midgod. In actual combat strength and the depth of his foundation, he was even a notch below Bashe Tarossa. Clearly, he had forcibly raised his realm to Midgod by refining an external Divine Core. Aside from him, six Lowgods with ferocious auras and chilling killing intent lurked in the core region, guarding it alongside him.
Shiheng understood that the forces stationed on this floor