The power of the murderous tide was now more than ten times weaker than before.
Yet even so, for ordinary Mahayana cultivators, entering it remained a gamble with death.
The red mist still devoured flesh and eroded mind.
The closer one moved toward the center of the Heavenly Water Mountains, the heavier the pressure became.
Now, the vast central region had become a forbidden land.
No one dared to approach casually.
Through the thin red haze, a faint cyan glow could be seen enveloping the forest at the very heart of the mountain range.
That brilliance came from the Hibiscus Sacred Tree.
Her branches rose like emerald pillars, her radiance forming a natural barrier.
She protected the valley within, isolating it from intruders.
Previously, Valerius and his subordinates had ventured deep to investigate.
They had encountered a space barrier within the region bathed in green light.
No matter how fiercely they attacked, the barrier did not waver.
Helpless, they had retreated.
