At the cliff's edge, savage, chilling winds whipped robes into snapping folds.
Looking down from the thousand-zhang cliff, there were no ordinary mountains or rivers ahead.
In their place stood a gray-black barrier of death qi that blotted out the sky and sun.
The barrier stretched for untold tens of millions of li across heaven and earth, like an intangible wall descending from the highest heavens into the subterranean abyss, completely separating the Northern Border from the Nine Nether Ghost Domain.
Within the barrier, dark mist churned and surged, and the anguished wails of countless resentful souls could faintly be heard.
If an ordinary Tribulation Transcendence cultivator dared approach within a hundred zhang of this barrier, the laws of deathly stillness within it would instantly drain their flesh of blood and vitality, leaving a dried corpse.
Chen Changqing stood at the cliff's edge and raised a hand, taking a Nine Nether Domain-Entry Token from his Heaven Treading Ring.
The pitch-black token was bone-chillingly cold in his hand. The ancient runes carved into its surface spontaneously shimmered with a spectral blue glow the instant they touched the death qi outside.
"Go."
Chen Changqing turned his hand and infused a wisp of refined pure yang mana into the token.
Hum.
The token shuddered violently and flew from his hand into the air.
Its spectral blue light suddenly flared, casting a distorted halo several zhang wide onto the gray-black wall of death qi.
Crack.
A crisp cracking sound rang from the thick barrier's surface. Then, drawn by the token's power, the layer of death-qi laws that even a Heavenly Lord would struggle to force open slowly tore apart, forming a narrow fissure roughly a zhang wide.
Incomparably violent Nine Nether yin baleful qi gushed through the fissure.
Unlike the yin qi of the