The Eight Desolations stretched boundlessly, wrapped in endless dense fog. Looking ahead from atop the clouds, it seemed like another universe lay before them. Other than retreating, there was no way to go around the Eight Desolations.
"No one has ever known just how vast the Eight Desolations truly are."
"It is said that many powerful beings regard the Eight Desolations as a trial. Any living being that leaves the Eight Desolations alive becomes a leading figure in their own right."
"Your Majesty, we cannot let down our guard upon entering the Eight Desolations, even with so many Saints among us."
Fuxi gazed at the Eight Desolations as he spoke. He had gathered much information about the place; the more he learned, the more wary he became.
Qin Jun nodded. He could already sense that indescribable pressure.
Taotie also grew restless. It lay at Qin Jun's feet, baring its fangs and pacing without pause.
Before long, the group entered the dense fog, and the clouds suddenly slowed.
Fuxi's expression changed as he cried, "A mysterious law is restricting Space-time Travel!"
At the same time, the clouds began descending, their speed increasing faster and faster.
Lin Yuqi hurriedly wrapped her arms around Qin Jun. The other gods and demons all felt as though countless mountains were pressing down on them. Even Patriarch Bodhi could not help frowning.
"Whoosh—"
Patriarch Bodhi swiftly waved his whisk, sending magical power sweeping outward to envelop the entire cloud and gradually slow its descent.
"Eight Desolations Air Ban! I never thought it was real!"
Fuxi's face was extremely grim. When he had first heard of this, he had dismissed it, never expecting even Saints to be restricted by the Eight Desolations.
Qin Jun remained calm. The Eight Desolations held such a fearsome reputation in the Inner