Two months slipped quietly by as they lay low amid the dangers of the Tomb of the Gods.
In the earlier savage battle that had shaken the entire Secret Realm, Shiheng had single-handedly overwhelmed ten Midgods and slaughtered a hundred Lowgods, staining the void with blood and spreading his fearsome reputation far and wide. Afterward, well aware that unparalleled dangers lurked deep within the Tomb of the Gods, he dared not grow arrogant or slacken in the slightest. He immediately ordered the entire team to keep a low profile, suppress their divine power, and conceal their auras. With extreme caution, they secured every step as they slowly advanced toward the tomb's innermost, most mysterious central region.
As they ventured through this deadly Secret Realm where fallen gods lay buried, everyone had long since learned one truth: the truly lethal dangers were never powerful enemies out in the open, whom they could fight or evade, but the unknown terrors hidden deep in the darkness, formless, traceless, and impossible to probe.
Had the path ahead been visible, and had their soul power been able to spread freely to survey everything for thousands of miles, then even if thousands of gods and countless demons lay in ambush amid layer upon layer of restrictions, their exceptional cultivation and battle experience would still have allowed them to find an opening and respond with composure. But from the moment they entered this unknown territory, a dense, heavy fog of chaos had completely enveloped the world. Its murky gray haze obscured all light and shadow and blocked every form of perception.
The soul-probing power they exerted with all their strength vanished like a clay ox sinking into the sea the moment it touched the chaotic fog, instantly swallowed whole by nothingness. They could neither discern the slightest