Lin Xuan had no idea what Tinglou and the Ancient Demon had encountered, nor that they had nearly perished in that ancient restriction. By now, he had already entered the depths of the passage.
The mountain walls on both sides were extremely uneven, and a kind of purple mist even permeated the passage.
It was poisonous!
If it were an ordinary immortal cultivator, though they could also block it with a protective barrier, the consumption of magic power would become extremely severe, and it would also bring some inconvenience to their movements.
Lin Xuan, however, turned a blind eye to it. The Azure Phantom Nether Fire was already one of the most poisonous things beneath heaven, and after transforming into the Phantom Spirit Heaven Fire, its power had risen another notch. Lin Xuan had cultivated this divine ability; he would not dare claim that the Hundred Poisons could not invade him, but as long as the toxin was not too formidable, it generally had no effect on him.
There was nothing at all in the passage, but Lin Xuan still did not dare to truly walk too quickly. For some reason, walking here made him feel as if he had set foot in a ghostly domain of the Netherworld. Even back at the Indeterminate River, he had never had such a feeling.
But Lin Xuan did not dare stop either. Heaven knew when Tinglou and the Ancient Demon might catch up from behind.
Lin Xuan did not bring out his Dharma Treasure, but he did pinch two talismans in his hand. If he really encountered some unexpected change, these things would probably be more useful.
Through three hundred years of winds and rains, Lin Xuan had crawled and struggled his way out of danger.
Suddenly, a burst of shrill ghostly