At this question, threads of alarm immediately surfaced on the middle-aged gray spirit's face.
"When we gray spirits entered, we turned into a pinch of ash in that incense burner in the blink of an eye..."
"So that was it." Only then did Li Qingyun nod. Some of the doubts in his heart dissipated. Steadying himself, he took a step toward the hazy, indistinct domain of Old Cliff Peak before him.
As though passing through the thin wall of a gray bubble, his Dao Will illusory shadow entered a world completely separate from the Ruins.
He found himself standing at the foot of the mountain. The entire world of Old Cliff Peak seemed shrouded in dense gray mist, still impossible to see clearly.
He raised his head and looked toward the solitary, precipitous azure cliff ahead. It too was gray and murky, embraced by a sea of dense gray clouds. Only the cliff summit, like a lamp amid the cloud sea, manifested its shape with relative clarity.
The summit was strewn with jagged rocks and thick with ancient pines, yet Li Qingyun did not see the ancient incense burner Gray Yan had mentioned.
With a thought, Li Qingyun intended to step through the void straight up to the summit.
But the instant his aura rose, an inexplicable strange force pressed down from the sky, binding all his divine powers and transformations!
"Eh!"
He could not help voicing his surprise. It was not fear, merely something beyond his expectations.
A Three-Ring Quasi-Saint Realm cultivator, once inside Old Cliff Peak, was actually suppressed by the "domain" until he was like a mortal!
"Now this is interesting..."
A thread of fervor and hope welled up in Li Qingyun's heart. He strode directly toward the half-visible cliff summit high above the gray cloud sea.