Rising and falling, dim and heavy.
The world lay in darkness, direction impossible to discern.
Then a point of light suddenly flickered.
The creatures that had wandered nearby for a long time were drawn to it and instinctively moved closer.
Yet what greeted them was streak after streak of Sword Light bursting from his fingertips.
After casually cutting down those insignificant little ghosts, Luo Chen cautiously stepped out of the Pill Saint Blessed Land.
The instant he saw the scene outside, he froze completely.
He looked up at the sky, then down at the ground, overcome by a sense of Great Changes.
"Am I still in the Ming Abyss Holy Land?"
As far as the eye could see stretched only an ocean of black water, giving him the sensation of having returned to the Sunken Sea.
Yet compared to the incomparably heavy waters of the Sunken Sea, this black ocean did not bring crushing pressure, but a feeling of chaos and bewilderment.
All of a sudden.
Luo Chen abruptly noticed that the shield around him, once crimson, was turning black and constantly vanishing away.
He instinctively circulated his mana and reinforced his Protective Qi Shield.
However, the instant a portion of the mana flowed back, Luo Chen decisively flung it away, disgust appearing on his face.
"This is Ming Water from the Nether Abyss!"
The waters of the Sunken Sea chiefly corroded. A cultivator's Protective Qi Shield would be gradually consumed and eroded, but the essential nature of the cultivator's mana would not be affected.
But the Ming Water of the Nether Abyss was different—filthy, foul, and utterly defiled!
Once a cultivator's mana, Magic Treasure, or even fleshly body came into contact with it, it would be defiled.
When Luo Chen had instinctively drawn back the mana that was losing