The West, Spirit Mountain.
Zhou Ming's figure appeared soundlessly at the foot of Spirit Mountain.
A vast golden formation slowly revolved, countless Buddhist runes and swastika seals streaming ceaselessly across the formation's curtain of light.
It ground away, purified, and reduced to nothingness the wisps of pitch-black demonic qi that seeped out from the rift.
Zhou Ming stood with his hands clasped behind his back, quietly looking at the great formation before him.
Jieyin and Zhunti had truly spent no small capital on this. This formation operated day and night without rest, and the vows and Magic Power it consumed were no small amount.
His Divine Thought was like an invisible tide, easily penetrating the purification formation laid down by Jieyin and Zhunti, probing toward that deep, bottomless entrance to the Demon Realm.
Yet just as his Divine Thought was about to touch that stretch of pure darkness, a barrier deeper, more ancient, and more merciless blocked the way without the slightest warning.
That barrier was formless and intangible, yet it carried a supreme Heavenly Dao majesty, cold and indifferent, cutting off every bit of the Divine Thought he had extended.
The Heavenly Dao Seal.
"As expected."
Zhou Ming murmured to himself, spitting out two words without any hint of surprise.
From the moment he decided to make a trip to the Demon Realm, he had already been prepared to run into the Heavenly Dao's handiwork.
The Heavenly Dao had laid a seal at the entrance to the Demon Realm, preventing anyone from peering inside.
That in itself explained the problem—there had to be something inside that the Heavenly Dao did not want anyone to see.
"A mere seal, and it wants to stop me? I'd like to see what kind of trap you've set."
He raised his right hand