Beyond the veil of mist, the green haze was full of vitality. It was the blessing bestowed by the Dao Bell during its manifestation. Gu Han found it irksome. Even the grass received fortune! 0

However, he wasn’t in the right mind to complain at the moment. Ah Sha’s reminder made him realize that what lay beyond the light mist was entirely opposite to the world outside. The earth was sparse, with withered grass mixed in among the cracks. As the light mist swirled, it slowly carried patches of grass, reducing them into dust.0

Zuo Yang sighed. “I can’t even say what this power is. I’m afraid even if I went in, my fate wouldn’t be much better than this grass.”0

Gu Han was somewhat unwilling to accept it. “Let me try again!”0

He was already convinced that the pills in this secret realm were his compensation for making the Dao Bell ring ten times. How could he give up so easily?0

Casually sweeping up a clump...0