Night fell.
Sheets of moonlight spilled across the sea, passing through the rippling waters and gradually vanishing into the deep ocean.
Looking up, the sight was magnificent, as if he were in a dream.
Luo Chen slowly withdrew his gaze, a trace of lingering fear flashing across his pale face.
He had never imagined that the place to which he had diverted disaster would be Soul Severing Cliff, infamous throughout the North Sea Cultivation World for countless years.
Earlier, at the cost of a drop of Heart Blood, he had fashioned a puppet avatar.
Then, under Han Zhan's guidance, using the principles of the Locked Pearl Curtain and Open Thatch Art, he had forcibly severed a wisp of divine soul from his Consciousness Sea.
As a result, aside from its physique, that avatar's aura was almost entirely indistinguishable from his own.
At the time, Luo Chen had released the avatar while concealing himself in the deep sea, even sacrificing the extremely handy flying puppet, the Wooden Kite.
That was why he had been able to deceive that strange moth.
Thinking back on it now, Luo Chen's mind trembled in waves.
He did not know whether this pain came from actively severing his divine soul or from his terror of Soul Severing Cliff.
Taisui had once said that the Sunken Sea was even more dangerous than Soul Severing Cliff.
Yet if Luo Chen had to judge, with preparations made in advance, the Sunken Sea was relatively safer.
Soul Severing Cliff, however, seemed capable of devouring the souls of all living beings. Once one stepped inside, one would be buried there in a muddle, without ever knowing why.
What kind of heaven-and-earth creation could have formed such a forbidden land?
Luo Chen shook his head. Enduring the occasional stabbing pain in his