Chen Qing arrived at Prison Peak and made his way down along the familiar, frigid passageway.
The Baleful Intent was dense and viscous, like tangible black mist.
The Dragon Elephant Prajna Vajra Body within him accelerated on its own, refining the invading Baleful Intent.
The Prison Peak disciple beside him had gone pale. Even after taking a Baleful-Breaking Pill, he still looked strained. He said in a trembling voice, "Senior Brother Chen, this Baleful Intent is... several times fiercer than it was some time ago. Every day when we deliver meals, we have to take pills beforehand. Even so, if we stay on the first level too long, we become dizzy and disoriented."
Chen Qing asked in a low voice, "Where is Master Qiku now?"
The disciple hurriedly replied, "Master... Master may be on the third level below, or even... even deep within the fourth level. He instructed us to guard the upper levels and not go down lightly without being summoned."
Chen Qing's brows drew together faintly.
He waved the disciple back to stand watch on the first level. Taking a deep breath, he made his Qi and Blood surge throughout his body like a blazing furnace, then continued downward.
Upon entering the second level, the Baleful Intent was already as thick as ink.
Chen Qing's Qi and Blood rushed through him, a Dragon Elephant Phantom flickering in and out behind his back as it forcibly pushed the surrounding Baleful Intent several feet away.
By the entrance to the third level, the heavy baleful pressure had even congealed the air.
Chen Qing pushed the Dragon Elephant Prajna Vajra Body to its limit. His bronze skin completely transformed into dark gold, lines of Sanskrit emerging across it to resist the Baleful Intent that could scatter the True Origin of an