After crossing tens of thousands of miles of barren terrain and passing through layer upon layer of chaotic, inverted Yin-Yang currents, Lin Yi finally stepped into a dim region completely isolated from the outside world.
Lin Yi guessed that this was where the Secret Realm Spirit had dwelled for years.
Yet the entire area was pitch-black, without even a trace of sun and moon light. It was wholly shrouded in dense darkness, reducing visibility to an extremely low level.
Jagged rock walls surrounded him, densely covered in countless tiny spatial cracks that occasionally shot out razor-sharp spatial fragments.
Compared to the outer regions, the wandering Yin-Yang Qi here was several times denser, nearly condensed into mist. The two extreme auras of cold and warmth intertwined, subtly corroding all foreign lifeforms.
What made Lin Yi's expression most solemn was that this nest region possessed a special spatial restriction capable of blocking all origin-tracing spiritual treasures.
He took out the Void-Illuminating Cold Mirror again, but the mirror's dim light was sluggish. No matter how he activated it, he could not capture even the slightest trace of the Secret Realm Spirit's aura. It had completely lost its ability to investigate and lock onto a target.
"Besides the inverted Yin-Yang, the space in this place is incredibly strange too."
Lin Yi frowned slightly and put away the Void-Illuminating Cold Mirror.
This left him effectively blind. Within his opponent's home ground, every move he made could lead him into a trap.
As he surveyed his surroundings and cautiously guarded against the hidden dangers nearby, a faint call suddenly came from within the Primordial Great World inside his body.
Fu Dao, who had been deeply unconscious, slowly began to awaken.
With a thought, Lin Yi drew him out and called softly, "Old Fu..."
Fu Dao's eyelids