"Here, it actually seemed to be an entirely separate space. The terrifying pressure from the seawater above had no effect whatsoever on the seawater here. Apart from the terrifying cold and dense soul energy, there did not seem to be anything else unusual."
As she sensed the cold seawater surging around them, the astonishment on Si Rong's face grew more pronounced, and she cried out in shock.
After withdrawing her law intent, she sensed neither the slightest trace of extreme ice approaching her nor the terrifying aura unique to the Sea of Demonic Souls that drove one's mind into madness. This caused Si Rong's heart to relax considerably.
But even as she relaxed, she grew increasingly shocked. The seabed of the Sea of Demonic Souls, fraught with danger and a place even Mahayana cultivators dared not enter, was actually such a bizarre place.
The depths of the Sea of Demonic Souls had always been regarded by the cultivators of the Cang Yan Realm as a forbidden zone of death. For countless tens of thousands of years, not the slightest bit of information had ever emerged from it.
What was there had attracted countless mighty figures from other realms and planes.
They came precisely to enter the Sea of Demonic Souls and see what opportunities lay within. Everyone knew that the more dangerous a place was, the more likely it was to contain heaven-defying benefits.
Yet no one knew what lay at the bottom of the Sea of Demonic Souls, because no one had been able to reach its seabed.
Now, after Qin Fengming and Si Rong had endured danger after danger and used every means at their disposal, they had finally reached a depth no one from the past had ever entered. Yet what they saw before them left them