Lu Yongquan’s expression was solemn as he stepped over a patch of scattered rubble, surrounded by several guards, heading towards the center of the entire manor.
On the way, the broken walls and ruins appeared increasingly eerie under the night’s cover, with only the sound of their footsteps echoing amidst the debris.
Before long, they arrived at their destination.
In the darkness, a spatial rift emitting a faintly green light hung silently like a door.
The halo rippled gently like water waves, exuding a mysterious and unfathomable aura, as if it led to another unknown world.
When they approached, the air around the light door seemed to become thick and sticky, with a faint hum of energy flow entering their ears.
Lu Yongquan gazed at this peculiar "door," his eyes filled with complex emotions.
After a long while, he slowly turned his head, his gaze sweeping over the guards behind him, and said in a deep voice:
"You all wait outside. Without my permission, do not approach here."
Lu Tao, as the Guard Captain, led a group of guards who bowed deeply and responded in unison:
Afterwards, everyone silently watched Lu Yongquan walk towards the light door.
At the moment he stepped inside, the surface of the rift surged violently.
Like a stone being thrown into water, ripples spread out rapidly, and the pale green light flickered a few times, becoming more dazzling.
Immediately following, Lu Yongquan’s figure completely disappeared behind the "door."
After a short while, the spatial rift gradually returned to calm, as if it had never opened, isolating the two worlds.
The surroundings fell back into the dark and silent ruins.
Lu Yongquan entered the light door, and after a brief dizziness, he slowly opened his eyes.
The scene that greeted his eyes was vastly different from before.
The gray, mist-filled old Secret Realm now seemed like a nightmare that had been dispelled.
At this moment, his vision became exceptionally wide, and the sky appeared brighter.
It was like the enchanting pale blue at dawn, pure without a hint of impurity.
He looked around; beneath his feet was lush grassland, with delicate green grass tips adorned with crystal-clear dew, sparkling in tiny glimmers.
Looking far into the distance, mountains undulated, vibrant in green.
The area was covered with lush vegetation for several kilometers, like a sea of green, undulating with waves.
Except for the edges where gray mist lingered, the whole space was nearly half the size of Mist Mountain.
Compared to the desolate, narrow scenes of the old Secret Realm, this was worlds apart, as if moving from a dystopia to a paradise.
Everything was so different; such dreamlike beauty made Lu Yongquan feel somewhat dazed.
All his life, he had tread through dark corners, never having seen such a vibrant scene.
The legendary Lu Family Secret Realm had been prosperous once, but those past tales were, to him, too distant and illusory.
At least, the tangible vitality before him was immensely awe-inspiring.
Seeing this scene, he, as the eldest son of the Lu Family, couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride, a hint of joy appearing on his face.
Then, Lu Yongquan’s gaze slowly moved, focusing on the center of the Secret Realm, upon the towering giant tree.
However, the moment his sight landed on the giant tree, his pupils suddenly contracted, and the joyful expression froze, replaced by shock and gravity.
On the trunk of the giant tree, strange dark red patterns were spread all over, resembling blood vessels flowing with fresh blood.
Under the illuminated sky, they gleamed with a dark luster, exuding a mysterious horror, casting a shadow over the originally beautiful scenery.