Thinking of the scene where he had nearly died, he felt a chill run down his spine, and cold sweat poured down his back.
In an instant, violent astral winds tore through the void, Dark Lightning writhed like a swarm of snakes, and Earth Fire Wind Water intertwined into a web of death that surged toward him. If not for his swift reactions and extraordinary movement technique, he would have long since been reduced to nothingness in this Chaos.
"Phew—"
He abruptly exhaled a mouthful of turbid air. Then, like an arrow leaving the bow, he shot straight toward Deep Chaos, intent only on finding the legendary Zixiao Palace.
Rumor had it that a Saint preached the Dao in Zixiao Palace, drawing one hundred thousand cultivators to follow the winds and enter this disordered land. Yet an unexpected upheaval in Chaos crushed more than half of them into oblivion. Only three thousand had escaped by sheer luck.
Those three thousand fled Chaos in a sorry state. Looking back, they saw the surging currents still devouring everything, and their hearts chilled with fear.
"We actually survived." Someone gave a bitter laugh. "I thought coming to hear the Great Dao would be an opportunity. I never expected it to mean charging through the Ghost Gate Pass."
Yet even after surviving nine deaths, their eyes remained blazing. Their hearts that sought the Dao only grew braver with every setback and never wavered in the slightest.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Three thousand figures transformed into streaks of light and tore through the vastness of Chaos. Their eyes swept across every direction like bolts of lightning as they searched for Zixiao Palace, hidden within the void.
"We found it! It really is Zixiao Palace!"
A cry of surprise exploded. Everyone followed the voice and looked ahead.