The weather in the secret realm was somewhat strange. In the morning, the sun was shining brightly, but in the afternoon, it suddenly started raining, much like Yan Shu’s current mood.
She was about to use her spiritual power to shield herself from the rain when a hand with distinct joints holding an umbrella handle appeared in her field of vision.
An umbrella appeared above their heads, shielding them from the rain.
Xiao Jihan stood shoulder to shoulder with her under the umbrella and looked ahead at the falling rain. He spoke, “This is the central area. Although it’s the outer perimeter, the demonic beasts here are at least at the second stage, and third-stage ones are everywhere. As it gets darker, more demonic beasts will come out.”
Hearing this, Yan Shu’s heart tightened. Both she and Xiao Jihan had mutated spiritual roots and evolved spiritual roots, which allowed them to cultivate even while sleeping.