The ancient world hidden behind the natural formation was vast beyond imagination.
Situ, Goro, and the Nine Colored Deer advanced cautiously through the primordial wilderness.
No one dared lower their guard.
The aura of this place was simply too terrifying.
Even the seemingly ordinary grass beneath their feet contained traces of Dao fluctuations.
The trees towered thousands of meters high, their trunks thicker than mountains.
Ancient vines coiled around the forest like giant dragons sleeping through countless ages.
Everywhere they looked, the laws of heaven and earth were visible.
Golden streams of Great Dao essence flowed through the air.
Some gathered into rivers.
Others condensed into floating clouds.
This was not merely a cultivation paradise.
It was a world where the Great Dao itself seemed tangible.
The Three traveled for several days.
Yet despite the abundance of treasures surrounding them, none acted recklessly.
The Nine Colored Deer had repeatedly warned them.
