When returning to the Great Desolate Realm, everything seemed familiar.
Familiar mountains, familiar primitive aura, familiar roars of desolate beasts.
But it was different from the last time Xiang Beifei was in the Great Desolate Realm, because this time he clearly felt a powerful force permeating all around.
This force seemed elusive; if one tried to sense it carefully, it couldn't be pinpointed, but it was there—like a tiger watching intently from afar, ready to pounce and annihilate with lightning speed if anyone showed a weakness!
"Such a powerful force."
Xiang Beifei was now quite familiar with Heavenly Dao's power, so sensing this aura also made him involuntarily serious.
Heavenly Dao's power was indeed strong, and even he didn't dare to confront it head-on. Previously, when he was in the Great Desolate Realm, his cultivation hadn't reached that level, and he couldn't sense this force, but now it was different.
