Deep beneath the Bone Mountain Range, the resentment of countless dead magical beasts and soldiers gathered here. Over time, it formed a unique Netherworld Malevolent Qi.
The malevolent qi seeped into one's bones. Even those at the Dou Zun level could not resist it unless they shut off their senses. But in such a dangerous place, who would dare do that?
From time to time, Netherworld Malevolent Qi blew upward from below in gusts, lifting Kurumi's clothes as layers of frost formed over her black dress, only to be baked away by invisible flames.
The malevolent qi contained an icy power. Powder and fragments occasionally fell from above the rift, all frozen into crystalline shapes.
With the Heavenly Flames protecting her body, the Netherworld Malevolent Qi could no longer corrode her. Kurumi quickened her pace and continued exploring deeper.
Suddenly, a glimmer of light appeared on the other side of the rift. Kurumi stopped and flew toward it.
A golden chest was wedged between several rocks. Kurumi's expression shifted slightly. Its appearance shattered the last trace of luck she had been holding onto.
That damned Main God... had finally sent Reincarnators to invade this plane!
Huo Ao probably did not count. That crow whose soul had crossed over had relied on the Yellow Emperor's Inner Canon to gather yin and nourish yang all the way to High-level Dou Zong.
But this magical beast Reincarnator clearly had not crossed over through soul transmigration.
A Dou Zun level creature dropped a golden chest. What about a Dou Sheng?
Kurumi felt an indescribable emotion rise within her. What did the Main God take this for? A game?
Perhaps the Main God had not discovered her. She was merely an insignificant escapee.
Kurumi shook her head, tossing that unrealistic thought out of her mind.