The Old Devils immediately burst into boisterous laughter.
After all, they had already taken the most crucial—and most dangerous—step in opening the Underground Palace.
Everyone felt exceptionally relaxed now and finally had the mood to joke around.
Feng Yun and Fang Che exchanged a glance and smiled helplessly before accelerating their descent.
The farther they fell, the more unusual Fang Che felt. Every few yards, the resentful Baleful Intent and bone-chilling cold coiling around their bodies grew twice as dense.
When they had descended more than sixty yards, the air they exhaled through their mouths and noses had already turned into wisps of white mist.
The cold around them pierced to the bone.
It was as if countless malicious ghosts were gripping little knives and stabbing fiercely into their bones.
The two circulated their entire cultivation to hold it at bay.
When they finally reached the ground, both Feng Yun and Fang Che were covered in a layer of frost, like armor.
Yu Hanyan's voice drifted down from above.
"Go farther in."
"Head to the Earth Pond shrouded in Baleful Intent!"
The two moved forward, braving the cold.
Their cultivation circulated constantly, spinning rapidly as they stirred the Underground Palace's cold air outward, mass by mass and whirl by whirl.
Aboveground, a strange sight formed, as though huge smoke rings were bubbling outward one after another.
Once they rose into the sky, they were locked down and torn apart by the Luck Array set up by Yan Nan and the others before returning to the Chaotic Burial Mountain Range.
Some of that luck, meanwhile, replenished the Sole True Sect and the Eight Great Families.
That was the true significance of all eight Vice Head Sect Leaders arriving together.
As they continued forward, Feng Yun increasingly felt unable to endure it.