Inner Hall

The sky remained gray and hazy. It seemed that no matter where one went in the Ancient Battlefield, the sun could never be seen. The earth was a deep, dark red, and walking upon it gave Yi Yun the feeling that all the blood and qi in his body was being steamed by the land, making his blood and qi churn.

This was the inner layer of Divine Fall Hall. An oppressive might shrouded the place without pause, making Yi Yun feel that all the Yuan Qi in his body was being suppressed. Even breathing was somewhat more difficult than before.

Looking up, Yi Yun saw what seemed to be a gray glimmer flickering on the distant horizon. For some reason, merely looking at that glimmer gave Yi Yun a sense of dread.

"What's that?"

Yi Yun was puzzled. After hesitating for a moment, he flew toward the glimmer.

The inner layer of Divine Fall Hall was still filled with whirlpools formed from killing intent. With that oppressive might present, martial artists were even more heavily suppressed, making the whirlpools increasingly dangerous to them.

Of course, Yi Yun felt nothing from it. He advanced toward the gray light at a steady pace.

As Yi Yun moved forward, the gray light grew thicker and larger. Two hours later, Yi Yun could finally see it clearly. That gray light was actually a Dharma artifact—or, more precisely, a spear!

The Black Spear was thrust into the earth, its shaft vanishing into the gray, murky clouds above, making it impossible to see its full length.

The immense oppressive might filling the inner layer of Divine Fall Hall was emanating from this spear.

Yi Yun felt that the spear was like a black swimming dragon, as if it could break through this world at any