As Chen Yi received his cultivation.
An inexplicable tremor suddenly expanded outward from the quiet room where he was located.
Above the originally cloud-cloaked palace complex, a ripple formed by mist unexpectedly emerged.
Vaguely, a faint aura circulated in every corner of the secret realm.
Invisible and intangible, yet it brought some kind of change to this vast complex of palaces.
It was as if a supreme great power had descended upon this world, causing those elite cultivators exploring the Marshal Tianpeng Mansion to feel a pressure.
Not much, just a trace.
But it was enough to catch their attention.
Moreover, the more profound the cultivation of the elite cultivators, the more they could feel that pressure.
"Has an ancestor-level cultivator entered this secret realm?"
"Why is there a faint sense of sharp domination? It feels like if I dare to resist, he would immediately rush over and slaughter me."
