By this point, the group naturally had no other path to take. With grim expressions, several cultivators plunged one after another into the pitch-black cliff.
Qin Fengming remained calm and showed no hesitation. With a flash of his figure, he too flew down beneath the cliff.
The moment he stepped off the cliff, a tremendous force of suction suddenly acted upon his body, as if an invisible giant hand beneath him were yanking him downward at great speed.
The incantations within his body surged as he tried to halt his descent. To his speechless dismay, however, even after he unleashed several techniques and secret arts in succession, he still could not stop himself from falling. He only felt a howling wind rise beside his ears, and like a shell fired from a cannon, he shot toward the depths below.
Sensing waves of icy yin energy rushing around him, Qin Fengming hurriedly waved his hand. The Dragon Pattern Mystic Tortoise Shell Shield instantly appeared beneath him. With a movement of his divine sense, the Dragon Pattern Shield finally stopped his mad plunge.
Protected by the Dragon Pattern Shield, whose movement he could control, Qin Fengming plunged toward the incomparably dark depths below like a shooting star. The other cultivators likewise brought out their own magic treasures to halt their precipitous falls.
The depths below were exceedingly far. Even after Qin Fengming released his divine sense, he continued descending for a full hour without reaching the bottom.
Only after a full two hours did rocky ground finally appear below.
Sensing that they had reached the end, everyone employed various means and landed safely upon the hard stone ground.
"This place actually possesses an extremely powerful air-forbidding Restrictive Spell. Even I can only hover three or four zhang above the ground. To rise