This Identity Was Rather Good

At the end of the valley, Su Fan furrowed his brows.

He cast Lightning Dharma Eye and swept the area ahead repeatedly, discovering that someone had set up an array restriction at the valley's end.

Though this concealment technique was quite well hidden, it still failed to escape his discerning eye.

Su Fan waved his hand, drawing Wang Zheng's Storage Ring into his palm. After sweeping it with his Spiritual Sense, he took out a Jade Talisman.

Holding the Jade Talisman, he walked a few steps, then raised his hand and lightly swiped it. The scenery before his eyes immediately changed.

At the end of the valley, a crude earthen altar appeared, its surface carved with densely packed, bizarre Runes.

Steps led up to the altar from all four sides, while a tall, ferocious-looking Demonic Statue stood in the center.

This towering Demonic Statue was almost identical to Wang Zheng's Nascent Soul. Both had hideous features, bodies black as ink, and an aura that chilled the soul.

Su Fan let out a cold laugh. It seemed his guess had been right.

That bastard Wang Zheng really had cultivated an evil technique. He had probably killed countless Nascent Soul Cultivators of the same level here.

To be honest, after seeing this demonic altar, Su Fan could not help but secretly count himself lucky.

Fortunately, Wang Zheng had been careless and had never taken him seriously. If he had used this demonic altar to set up a killing trap, whether Su Fan could have walked out of this valley today would have been another matter entirely.

This thing could not be left behind. Otherwise, before long, it would probably go on to tempt someone else.

With that thought, a thought stirred in Su Fan's mind, and a pitch-black magic sword appeared in