A vast and boundless dark forest unfolds, with towering ancient trees reaching a hundred yards into the sky, lush with branches and leaves, and sparse sunlight filtering through.
The ground is covered with layers of fallen leaves, several feet thick, and the air is heavy with the unmistakable stench of decay.
Deep in the forest, Shen Long advances at a slow pace, caution evident on his face, enshrouded in a five-colored light shield, with the Iron Tail Scorpion leading the way, though not swiftly.
He had been inside the Secret Realm for three days now, and there was indeed no shortage of Spiritual Medicine and Spirit Fruits here, nor of second-order Monster Beasts.
Both the Human Clan and the Barbarian Tribe had sent a number of Cultivators into the Secret Realm for exploration, but they had not yet fully explored the entire realm. Ice Silkworm True Person had analyzed it and didn't rule out the presence of third-order Monster Beasts, advising Shen Long to remain cautious.
