Mythical Secret Realm, within Guang Chengzi's dojo.
The world was vast and desolate, sometimes whipped by a fierce wind, stirring up sand and dust, while distant mountains and rivers undulated.
From time to time, the Secret Realm Spirit would pass by, appearing somewhat eerie.
This place resembled a terrifying no-man's land.
Ordinary people found it difficult to adapt once they entered.
Yet Lu Yuan stood still, hands behind his back, his voice extremely calm, devoid of any emotional fluctuation.
However, despite his recent words, nothing changed around him; everything remained as it was before.
Seeing this, he chuckled softly, but the aura within him began to emerge slowly.
Golden Qi Blood surged forth, swirling around his body.
A vast and overwhelming power manifested itself.
The ground beneath him trembled involuntarily, as if bearing immense pressure, then rippled out like a wave.
