At the edge of the Black Wind Sea.
This place was shrouded year-round in a terrifying storm known as the "Chaos Astral Wind." Formless and intangible, this wind could easily tear apart the flesh of Hunyuan Wuji Realm experts and erode their souls.
Even experts at peak Hunyuan Wuji were reluctant to venture here.
At this moment, a party of dozens of cultivators had halted at the edge of the Black Wind Sea.
They were the party led by Fankong, Realm Lord of the Brahma Dao Realm.
After hundreds of years of arduous travel, they had finally reached this legendary deathtrap.
It was also their only path to survival.
Exhaustion and numbness were written across every face.
For hundreds of years, they had hidden here and there to evade pursuit by the Divine Asura Domain, nearly exhausting their spirits.
Although Fankong's caution had kept them from being intercepted head-on by the Divine Asura Domain's hunting squads, the sword perpetually suspended over their heads still left them struggling to breathe.
"Realm Lord, do we... really have to go through here?" An elder gazed at the darkness ahead, so deep he would not have been able to see his own hand, where the wind howled like wailing ghosts and wolves. His voice trembled.
The others looked equally afraid.
Throughout the Divine Asura Domain, everyone knew the Black Wind Sea's fearsome reputation.
Entering meant nine chances of death and one of survival.
"Do we have another choice?" Fankong's voice was hoarse but calm.
He turned and glanced back along the way they had come.
It seemed peaceful, but he knew that behind that peace, the Divine Asura Domain's Heavenly Net had already been spread.
Continuing to hide within the Divine Asura Domain meant ten chances of death and none of survival.
Braving the