Upon stepping into the source of the ominous darkness and traversing the tunnel-like passageway, Jiang Chengxuan and Shen Ruyan experienced an eerie sensation—almost as if they were on a leisurely stroll through the mountains.
The surroundings were silent and unassuming. The rocky walls bore no traces of mystical energy, nor did the air carry the faintest whisper of a breeze. Everything was still, an unsettling tranquility filling the space.
It was this very sense of normalcy that made the situation all the more bizarre.
Logically, constructing a passageway leading to the Ancient Realm would require unfathomable techniques and power—at the very least, something comparable to an immense teleportation array capable of bridging two Immortal Domains.
Yet, here, there was not even the faintest trace of spatial energy. The existence of this path felt as natural as if it had always been part of the world, which left Jiang Chengxuan profoundly unsettled and deeply awed.
