The Profound Origin Secret Realm now seemed even more vast and mysterious.
Towering ancient trees blotted out most of the sky.
Dappled shadows crisscrossed the ground like the sharp claws of ghouls, exuding a bone-chilling aura.
In the forest, Chu Fan pushed the Nine Heavens Wind Mastery Scripture to its absolute limit. A layer of flowing wind condensed around him, transforming resistance into thrust as he flew swiftly, skimming just above the ground.
His speed was like a fine blade skipping across water—incomparably swift.
He passed without disturbing a single fallen leaf, leaving only a faint Residual Image in the air that vanished in an instant.
Suddenly—
"GWWAAAAAH—!!!"
A blood-curdling, bizarre shriek suddenly erupted from the dense shadows ahead!
The sound was as sharp as tearing silk, instantly shattering the age-old, deathly silence of the mountain forest.
Startled crows took flight with a great flapping of wings, cawing incessantly.
