Shen Xiao, Bloodline Spiritual Power

The white-robed swordsman leaped, swift as racing stars and flashing lightning, and in the blink of an eye, had stepped into Medicine Immortal Hall.

His face was grave. He muttered in a low voice, "What powerful means of concealing aura. If not for the Sword Heart Realm enhancing the five senses, even I would nearly have been deceived. Who exactly is hiding in the dark?"

In that instant just now, he had clearly sensed a faint, almost nonexistent gaze. That was why he had not even bothered to finish off his enemy, and had immediately withdrawn and left.

"It is no harm. Once I recover to my peak cultivation, I will be enough to face all demons and monsters."

The white-robed swordsman's expression was calm, with a composure that would not change color even if Mount Tai collapsed before him.

At once, he turned his attention to the Secret Realm. After sensing it briefly, he acted without the slightest hesitation.

Whoosh—

The white-robed swordsman soared into the air, chasing the wind and pursuing lightning, charging straight toward the uppermost Different Dimension.

In the span of a breath, he had already set foot in that dilapidated pill room. His gaze was like lightning as he observed the surroundings.

This commotion also drew the attention of Big Yellow, who had stayed behind to keep watch.

"It really is lively today. Another one has come to challenge hell difficulty."

Big Yellow jumped out from the shadows, its two crystal eyes turning back and forth as it sized up this uninvited guest.

Before its words had even fallen, the white-robed swordsman had already looked over in the direction of the voice.

After observing for a moment, he nodded slightly. "So it is a Heavenly Craft Spirit Puppet. Are you the guardian of the Secret