While the battle outside raged in full swing, our god's true body was already standing in a vast, white expanse of snowfields.
Within Nuta's tribe, beneath the ritual totem, he sensed the fluctuations of an unfamiliar divine power.
Chen Yang had long been wondering where the three Divine Path creatures of the Barbarian Lands could possibly be hiding.
Although this region possessed independent laws, the fact that Yang Yuanhong had retained his cultivation upon entering showed that the laws within the Barbarian Lands coexisted with the large-scale laws of the Cambang Continent itself.
That meant these three Divine Path creatures still could not exist in the outside world and had to use some method to conceal themselves beneath another layer.
Chen Yang had originally guessed that they were hiding somewhere within the divine temples, in a place akin to a pocket realm.
But upon sensing that thread of divine power surging up from underground, Chen Yang knew he had guessed wrong again.
The sheer inventiveness of these three Divine Path creatures had once more exceeded his expectations.
"You really have no shortage of crafty tricks. You actually fused your true forms directly with the entire land, carving out a vast world beneath the earth with a heaven of its own."
Thus, after helping Yang Yuanhong complete the strategy of dividing the troops, Chen Yang projected his consciousness into this world through his senses.
Chen Yang's spirit body crossed the boundless snowfields and finally found a dying white wolf inside a cave beneath a snowy peak.
"Another... another illusion?"
"Hallucinations one after another... looks like I truly can't hold on any longer."
The white wolf muttered to himself, his breathing unbearably ragged.
A heavy force of resentment coiled around his body. He no longer had the strength to stand and could