Ning Zhuo, Qing Yan vs. Cold Smoke Venerable

Ning Zhuo, Qing Chi, and the others had been on tenterhooks the entire way.

Yet all the way until they reached the depths of the clouds, they encountered not the slightest obstruction.

"Strange. Why was there no interception?"

"Could it be that the River of Forgetfulness Prefect encountered a powerful enemy, and his arrangements have already been completely destroyed?"

Gray Bone Old Man had once advised Sun Lingtong, telling her that the River of Forgetfulness Prefect was defying the heavens and would inevitably become entangled and suppressed by fate, plagued by endless human calamities. By the final confrontation, the River of Forgetfulness Prefect's combat power would fall to the Nascent Soul Level.

Ning Zhuo rubbed the Mechanism Ring on his finger.

Throughout the entire march of ascension, the Mechanism Ring had shown no unusual movement.

Besides this mechanism treasure, what gave him confidence was his Mother.

"Mother would never harm me!"

"Since Mother told me to come here, she must have ensured there would be safeguards."

"At most, there will be some difficulty."

"Perhaps the guards here are already all dead. With the Cyan-Scorched Army and the boost of military power, I can challenge the River of Forgetfulness Prefect!"

While Ning Zhuo pondered, Qing Yan beside him had already made his move.

He was a Golden Core Level cultivator. At this moment, he drew upon military power and unleashed a spell.

The spell possessed immense might. Even he could not help but feel his thoughts galloping beyond the heavens, immensely pleased with himself.

Yet when his proud technique struck the rolling black clouds, it only dispersed a small portion of the cloud layer. The gap revealed was merely a tiny patch, negligible compared to the whole sea of black clouds.

Within a few breaths, the small gap vanished, already filled