The Path Walked by Demonic Immortals

Jiang Chuan and Qu Shi left the plane wreckage and continued toward Wendu City.

After flying seven or eight hundred li, before they had reached Wendu City, a stretch of scorched-black earth appeared before them.

The ground had collapsed like a sieve, covered in enormous holes over a hundred meters in diameter.

The holes seemed to connect to another world, with black mist constantly drifting out from within.

"The rain of fire that fell alongside the Immortal Light pierced through the earth..."

Jiang Chuan stared at the hole, sensing the aura leaking from it.

"This Immortal Charm is faint, but it truly exists. Could an Ancient Immortal really have returned from the Immortal Realm?"

"I can sense a wisp of Azure Martial King's nearly imperceptible aura. He should have fought below. Are we going down to take a look, or heading to Wendu City?" As Qu Shi spoke, an immortal sword had already appeared in her hand.

"If Azure Martial King has truly met with trouble, going to Wendu City will be useless. Let's first find out what happened."

Recalling the fallen plane wreckage and Lei Yunliang, Jiang Chuan made his choice. Together with Qu Shi, he flew down through one of the holes in the ground.

The dark hole held not a shred of sunlight. As far as the eye could see, there was only pitch-black darkness, while the pungent stench left behind by scorched earth kept forcing its way into Jiang Chuan's nose and mouth.

"This is..."

A thousand meters underground, a corpse embedded in the Rock Wall appeared before Jiang Chuan.

Its eye sockets were sunken, its skin snow-white. It held a broken saber gleaming with treasure light, from which a frigid, sinister aura seeped out.

"How could there be a Corpse Transformation corpse here?"

Qu Shi's