Supreme Sword Sovereign

Compared to the outskirts, the red mist deep within the secret realm was so dense it was almost tangible, strands intertwining into a crimson mass.

The entire secret realm grew increasingly eerie.

...

Amidst the pervasive red mist, a figure appeared and disappeared, moving neither fast nor slow, steadily heading deeper into the secret realm.

It was Gu Han.

Since he had left, half a day had already passed.

In truth, although the secret realm was not small, it was only about a hundred miles from end to end. With his current cultivation level, it shouldn't take him this long.

However, the deeper he went, the denser the red mist became.

Naturally, he didn't want to miss this excellent opportunity for cultivation.

Along the way, he simply opened a small gap in his protective aura, continuously drawing strands of red mist into his body, slowly refining them.

His cultivation level was about to break into the third level of the Spirit Profound Realm.

Outside, this would be an astonishing speed, making him even more eager.

The efficacy of the treasure liquid must far surpass the red mist!

He hoped... nothing would go wrong!

With this thought, he quickened his pace.

"Hmm?"

Suddenly, he sensed something, his figure paused, and his brows furrowed instantly.

A few breaths later.

Boom!

Boom!

...

The ground beneath him began to tremble slightly.

"It seems..."

He sighed inwardly.

"My luck is a bit off."

The only ones capable of causing such a commotion, besides Murong Yan, were those monsters.