Su Yi raised his eyes and looked over.
That blood-colored Sword Qi shot into the heavens, scarlet and dazzling. The terrifying Sword Might alone shattered the void into countless cracks.
Looking toward where the Sword Qi had appeared, he could vaguely make out an ancient Dao Platform standing there.
Strangely, the Dao Platform was indistinct, covered all around by the power of time and space, making it seem as though it could vanish at any moment.
"After arriving here, did you feel any changes in yourself?"
Su Yi asked.
Ling Er froze for a moment and said in confusion, "Changes? It seemed... no..."
Su Yi frowned and fell into thought.
Only after a long while did he mutter to himself, "Perhaps the timing is wrong. Or perhaps... your cultivation is still too weak..."
Ling Er knitted her willow-leaf brows and asked in puzzlement, "Xiao Dage, what are you talking about?"
Su Yi smiled. "Nothing. Come, let us continue deeper inside. This may be a forbidden zone, but to you and me, it is no different from an empty shell. There is no need to worry about encountering any danger."
Ling Er was actually already incomparably nervous, yet upon hearing Su Yi's words, she still gritted her pearly teeth and continued onward.
Time trickled away.
The deeper they went into Demon Crow Mountain, the quieter the atmosphere became instead.
Along the way, it was already almost impossible to see demon beasts fleeing for their lives, nor could they hear those shrill, terrified beast roars.
Black mist filled this place, blood-colored Sword Qi hung in the air, and everything felt oppressive, stifling, and coldly desolate.
Along the way, Ling Er discovered many strange and unusual spirit herbs, many whose names she did not even recognize.
Yet she could tell that all of