"No matter how dangerous this Burial Demon Pit was in the beginning, it should at least be safe now. We have nowhere else to hide, so we can only take shelter here."
To put Wu Tuo at ease, Jiang Ping An flew toward the Demon Pit first.
Wu Tuo hesitated for a moment before ultimately following him.
At present, they truly had nowhere else to hide.
If the Ye Clan Immortal Dynasty caught them, they would be walking straight into a dead end.
The depths of the Burial Demon Pit had originally been pitch-black, without the slightest glimmer of light. However, Wu Tuo belonged to the Three-Legged Golden Crow clan and had evolved from the sun itself. He was light.
Moreover, the Supreme Yang power on his body happened to restrain the power of darkness.
Any dark power passing near him was directly evaporated.
However, due to a special kind of Rule Power here, neither their sight nor divine sense could probe very far.
After descending for a long while, they saw a black palace, solemn and imposing, covered in mysterious, profound primordial devil patterns.
A pitch-black star floated above the palace. The star radiated the aura of a True Immortal-level expert, inspiring awe.
This was as far as Jiang Ping An had reached "last time."
"Alright, this is far enough. I haven't gone any farther down either. There may truly be danger below. As long as we don't go down, nothing should happen."
Wu Tuo did not respond to Jiang Ping An. He warily glanced at the palace ahead, then at the star overhead.
Only after a long while did he speak.
"The devil patterns on this palace form an array. That star above is a drop of blood from a True Immortal-level expert, providing energy for the array.