As the six drew closer to the ravine, that dangerous aura grew increasingly dense. Judging by that aura alone, there could not possibly be many late Nascent Soul cultivators bold enough to enter.
If Tang Furen had not been certain that they had to pass through the enormous ravine before them to reach their destination, Qin Fengming absolutely would not have wanted to enter this place.
The others, including Tang Furen, also wore extremely grim expressions.
Although he had long anticipated the danger of Blade Valley, when he stood near it and sensed the strange, dangerous aura emanating from within, his heart still shook violently, and he could not help secretly drawing in repeated breaths of cold air.
By then, everyone had reached a point three hundred zhang from the ravine. From within the pitch-black ravine, faint clangs of metal striking metal rang out, while streaks of invisible sword light occasionally flashed through its depths.
Faced with those flashing sword lights, even the group of peak Nascent Soul cultivators felt fear arise in their hearts.
"Fellow Daoist Tang, this is Blade Valley? It's far too dangerous. When I agreed to Island Master Tang's request, I never said I would risk something this dangerous."
Staring at the pitch-black ravine before him, Xiang Ming, his face covered in a bristling beard, spoke coldly, his eyes solemn.
"That's right. The danger here is beyond even what I anticipated. Fellow Daoist Tang, the rewards we received back then are not enough to make me risk this much either." The Female Cultivator surnamed Fu also spoke up at once, her face grave.
Although the lean old man said nothing, his tightly furrowed brows made it clear that he, too, feared the perilous land before them.
"Heh heh. Did you several Daoist friends not know of