Burial Immortal Ruins, Silent Immortal Island.
After most of a Ruins Day, the exhausted Immortal Ruins Travelers flew out one after another from the depths of the pit.
After Zhao Sheng paid everyone their wages one by one, he dismissed them all.
Once even the last late-stage Return to Void Immortal Ruins Traveler had left, Zhao Sheng's expression darkened slightly. His figure suddenly flickered, and he flew into the pit.
After several days of nonstop excavation, this pit below the rift valley was already a thousand zhang deep. The tunnel was about one zhang in diameter, and its walls were covered with pitted chisel marks.
In the blink of an eye, Zhao Sheng had reached the bottom of the pit. The light here was extremely dim, but the ice walls around him were even clearer and more transparent; with a single glance, he could spot quite a few broken corpses and fragments of magical treasures.
Strangely, not only was there not the slightest chill here, it even felt somewhat warm.
Zhao Sheng lowered his head and looked down. Through the thick ice, he could faintly make out a smear of white light. The white light seemed to come from an extremely deep place, stretching endlessly in every direction, its scope already beyond the limits of sight.
With a slight stir of Zhao Sheng's thoughts, his Willpower Light instantly gathered into a single line and swiftly extended downward.
Ugh!
One breath later, he suddenly let out a muffled groan, and a trace of pain appeared on his face despite himself.
Just now, he had carelessly suffered a small setback. He had not expected that layer of white light to be so formidable; the moment his Willpower Light touched it, it was easily frozen by an indescribable chill.
If he had not