After defeating You Lian, Night Falcon did not stop. Instead, he continued deeper into the secret realm.
The price of defeating Ghost Mother was far more severe than it appeared on the surface.
There were more than a dozen wounds all over his body. The wound on his left shoulder, eroded by dark deathly energy, still carried a bone-chilling cold that coursed through his marrow. An even more chaotic mass of deathly energy raged within his chest, attempting to corrode his internal organs.
Fortunately, the Darkness Ancestral Symbol had been releasing its origin power to suppress it. His injuries should recover completely before long.
At the same time, the vague summons from the depths of the secret realm grew increasingly clear. It was a resonance originating from the depths of his soul, as though something was calling out to Night Falcon and urging him onward.
When he passed through a strange area composed of countless black crystal clusters, the scene before him suddenly changed.
Ahead was no longer twisted terrain shrouded in dark mist, but a plain so empty that it seemed almost eerie.
The plain stretched endlessly. Its surface was as smooth as a mirror, and its entirety was a deep, dusky purple, as though it had been paved with a colossal piece of amethyst.
Most bizarrely, there was not the slightest energy fluctuation across the plain. There was no sound of wind, no light, and even the air seemed frozen.
Dead silence.
Absolute dead silence.
Night Falcon halted, unprecedented gravity surfacing in his pitch-black eyes.
His senses had completely failed on this plain. His spiritual perception, which could normally cover dozens of miles, was now like a mud cow entering the sea; the moment it extended three zhang beyond his body, it vanished without a trace.
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