Lin Xuan looked at the Tribulation Clouds with a worried frown, while elsewhere, Tian Xiaojian's face was likewise filled with a sinister harshness. At this moment, he was staying inside an independent space.
Yet there were no ancient cultivator treasures here. As far as the eye could see, everything was a deep, murky black.
The stones were black, the sky was black, and even the weeds on the ground were actually as dark as ink.
The strange fog that restricted divine sense was gone, but the devil qi here was extremely dense. For a Demon Cultivator, this would definitely be a fine place to cultivate. Yet there was not the slightest trace of joy on Tian Xiaojian's face. His situation was much like Lin Xuan's; his experiences were far richer than those of cultivators at the same level, and by instinct alone, he knew this was absolutely no kind land.
With a flick of his sleeve, a dark copper shield shot out and transformed into a curtain of light that wrapped Tian Xiaojian within it. Only then did he slowly begin exploring this eerie independent space.
Deep within Yunling Mountain, in a certain mysterious cave dwelling.
North Nether True Lord and that Nascent Soul Late Stage Demon Monster were slowly conversing.
"Of the cultivators who entered this place, eighty or ninety percent are already dead. Can the formation be activated?"
"Heh heh, why is Fellow Daoist North Nether in such a hurry? The Devil Ancestor's divided soul is descending; there cannot be the slightest mistake. Wait a little longer. Once the remaining cultivators have also fallen, our certainty will be somewhat greater." The Demon Monster's low voice entered his ears, yet its tone carried a trace of smugness. "Besides, if the formation is to be activated, it must have