A hundred thousand li north of Green Forest City lay a bottomless rift, stretching for a thousand li and more than ten li wide. Yin winds howled within it day and night, ten thousand ghosts wailed in misery, countless poisonous creatures lurked there, and divine anomalies lay hidden in its depths. Birds could not cross it, Divine Rainbows could not traverse it—it had long become a perilous place everyone avoided like the plague.
The legend of One Slash Gorge was widespread. The most commonly told tale concerned its origin: supposedly, several thousand years ago, two powerful cultivators had fought a battle. When their battlefield swept through this place, one of them had let a strand of Blade Qi fall, cleaving open One Slash Gorge.
Later, the tales grew ever more numerous. Some claimed to have seen a Yin River drifting through it, with endless ghosts howling and tumbling within. Others had seen swarms of poisonous creatures like a tidal wave, migrating their nests. Of course, the most widespread stories were of some powerful cultivator entering and never emerging again, or another who believed his strength unmatched and tried to fly across One Slash Gorge, only to fall into it...
There were simply too many such accounts to count.
Qin Yang felt his teeth ache. Had he known, he would not have asked so much. Now that he knew, all it did was add to his worries...
If he truly wanted to obtain the "Burial Sea Secret Canon," the ideal scenario would naturally be for Burial Sea Dao Lord to die, with his soul scattered and no lingering thoughts left behind. Only his remnant body, its power dissipating, would remain, buried somewhere unfrequented. Then Qin Yang could go Corpse Touching, and perhaps touch out the "Burial Sea Secret Canon."
But now,