Upon stepping into the space vortex, after a dizzying spin, Su Jie found himself in a dense forest.
Towering ancient trees, each a hundred zhang tall, seemed like a sea of green. As the breeze blew by, the tree crowns swayed like waves.
Looking up, the sky resembled an oil painting, presenting peculiar, grotesque and distorted colors.
Normally, with Su Jie's Divine Sense strength, he could instantly sweep millions of miles, observing as if viewing the pattern on his palm.
But upon arriving in this world, Su Jie's Divine Sense was greatly suppressed, its strength reduced to a mere thread.
"Immortal Power!"
Su Jie's lips moved slightly, sensing a faint invisible suppression in the void.
Even for a Crossing Dao Cultivator, it's impossible to suppress Su Jie's Divine Sense to this extent. Clearly, it's the pressure wave emitted by the Immortal Corpse suppressing everything in this world.
