In the distance, the sky was shrouded in a gray mist, and the entire space seemed like a solution mixed with silver mica powder, constantly swirling.

This was the end of the Secret Realm, beyond which lay a land surrounded by mountains.

Diwu Lianfeng stood in the center of the encircling mountains, his gaze fixed intently on the ground beneath his feet.

He had ventured deeper for seven days, observing as he went.