After resting and regulating her breathing for more than two days, Yu Luo finally recovered a fraction of the vital essence she had lost during her divination. Waking from her meditative state, she found that the black wooden stake had already hovered to a halt in front of the pre-set Mount Wuji. Unlike the Secret Realms she had visited in the past, there were no waiting sect disciples here. Instead, there were only neat patches of overgrown weeds where tents had once been pitched, bearing the lingering traces of human visitors.
At the entrance of the Secret Realm, a distinct spatial tear was visible, though the pitch-black rift was enveloped in a layer of shimmering, flowing light film—the byproduct of a spatial tear healing itself. Yu Luo placed her palm against the light film. Its surface felt soft and silky, yet it turned as unyielding as solid rock the moment she exerted force to pierce it. This was the profound mystery of space, something only cultivators at the Great Vehicle Stage could command. Reluctant to give up, Yu Luo tried a few more times, but whenever the light film was reduced to a layer as thin as a cicada's wing, she could not advance an inch further.
Yu Luo sighed, considering whether to use a Ninth-Rank Jade Talisman to force her way through, but she feared damaging this Secret Realm. Setting aside the Spirit Plants she desired, the people inside the realm might also be in danger.
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