A faint golden spiritual light lingered between the patterns, weaving into a circular array over a zhang in diameter.
It exuded a sense of ancient heaviness, completely different from the crude low-tier restrictions of the outer layer.
The array patterns twisted and intertwined, linking intricately with each other.
At the center of the array, a tiny spatial rift was slowly opening and closing.
The rich spiritual Qi from the inner layer that seeped out was several times denser than the outer layer.
It also carried a more intense, chilling aura, similar to the foreign breath Li Ji'an had sensed before.
It was clear that the pollution of the inner Secret Realm was more severe than the outer.
Yuanbao True Monarch stood in front of the array, and the mischief on his face had completely faded.
His expression became extremely solemn, with even a hint of fanaticism in his eyes.
He squatted down and reached out to stroke the patterns on the ground.
