"Changmao, can you sense anything?" Shen Haoran asked in his mind.
At his words, a strange perception emanated from Changmao within his body, passing through the Dark Canyon and the Primordial Beast Ocean to arrive before the massive palace ruins. After a long moment, the perception retracted, and Changmao's voice echoed in Shen Haoran's mind.
"Uh... how should I put this? There's a Level Eight Primordial Beast inside the palace ruins!"
'What? A Level Eight Primordial Beast!' Shen Haoran cried out internally. His brows furrowed tightly. 'If there was a Level Eight Primordial Beast in there, we might as well just pack up and go home!' A Level Eight Primordial Beast was nothing like a Level Four or Five Primordial Beast. Its strength was at least at the Spirit Emperor Level of a Martial Artist. No matter how monstrously talented Shen Haoran was, in front of a Primordial Beast with the power of a Spirit Emperor, he wouldn't even be enough for a light snack!
