The reason Su Yi had gone to such great lengths tonight was simple.
His cultivation was too weak.
To deal with a colossal entity like the Profound Nether God Court, he could only devise some methods and seek external aid.
That was also why, when he left Unjustly Dead City, he had borrowed the "Listening Truth Book" from the Night Watchman.
After leaving the Chaos Blood Lake, Su Yi brought You Xue and the others waiting there with him and headed straight for the Nether Capital forbidden ground.
In a world where all vitality had withered, leaving only desolation as far as the eye could see.
A single lonely gravestone stood within it.
The gravestone stood four feet and nine inches tall, entirely dark black, appearing utterly ordinary.
Yet the land where it stood was filled with an indescribably sacred and solemn atmosphere. Mountains, rivers, and all phenomena were silent and still.
Ten zhang away.
Boom!
A thunderous rumble resounded through that deathly silent, desolate world.
The Black-Clothed Man, whose skin was bronze and whose cheeks were gaunt, struggled to lift his right leg and take a step forward.
When his foot landed, the earth trembled.
His body swayed violently before he managed to steady himself.
But immediately afterward, he began panting heavily. His gaunt, chisel-carved face was pale and exhausted.
As he looked at the gravestone ten zhang away, shock filled the Black-Clothed Man's grayish-brown eyes.
In this world, his terrifying cultivation, enough to sweep aside Emperors of the same realm, had been subjected to unimaginable suppression, making every step as difficult as wading through mud!
Behind him lay a clear trail of footprints stretching into the distance.
No one knew that merely approaching within ten zhang of this gravestone had taken him nearly nine years!
For nine