"Slap!"
Yang Wunian lowered his body and slammed a palm onto the soil of the isolated island, and instantly a heavy wave of Earth Elemental Power diffused outward, sweeping in all directions.
It stabilized the area within ten meters around him.
"Brother Yang's guess was correct; the road leading to the Hanging Palace Walls indeed holds more than just that single obstacle of the large lake," the Holy Maiden, veiled in white, said in a soft voice.
Right after Yu Siqi completely killed the parasites at the bottom of the lake with flames, they immediately crossed the dried-up lake bed in impatience and stepped onto the soil of the island.
And then...
They discovered that the completely unremarkable beach actually hid terrifying crises.
At first, when they walked onto this place, they felt nothing at all.
It was not until a few cultivators who followed onto the island let out miserable screams that they snapped awake.
As it turned out, quicksand was everywhere across this beach. Once a person fell into the quicksand, they could only watch helplessly as they sank step by step into the fine sand, letting it fill their mouth and nasal cavity and ultimately dying under suffocation.
Ordinary quicksand naturally had no effect on cultivators, but this quicksand was no ordinary quicksand—it was Law-Prohibiting Quicksand.
At first they did not realize it, until someone wanted to cast a spell to rescue a companion who had fallen into the quicksand, only to discover that they could no longer use spells.
Without magical abilities, trying to cross the quicksand zone like a mortal and pass through safely was as difficult as winning the lottery.
"Fortunately, these setups are not a dead end with zero chance of survival; there is always a thread of a lifeline left within, otherwise