Several days later, at the Cangming Nether Ruins.
This was the most desolate and perilous coastal region in the Lower Realm. Across ten thousand miles of sea, daylight never broke through. Thick, ink-black water surged heavily below a surface without the slightest ripple, its deathly stillness enough to chill the heart.
After finalizing his deal with the Burning Heaven Lord, Qin He had headed straight here.
Now was the ideal window for his breakthrough.
This place possessed natural Heavenly Secrets Concealment, cutting off every possibility of divination, tracking, and spying.
That was why the Burning Heaven Lord had chosen it for his negotiations with Qin He. A place so carefully selected by the Burning Heaven Lord could be trusted.
Qin He hovered above the Nether Ruins, his robes gently stirred by the cold winds rising from the deep sea.
His cool gaze swept across the boundless Black Sea below as his divine sense spread silently, blanketing ten thousand miles of water.
Throughout the Cangming Nether Ruins, demonic energy churned like an ocean. Layer upon layer of black mist shrouded the heavens, completely devouring even the faint light that pierced the clouds.
Spiritual energy here was scarce to the extreme. In its place was dense, rich true demonic qi, surging and churning, entwining itself with every inch of seawater and every stretch of space.
It was an ideal place to lie low, and an even better cultivation ground for a breakthrough with his current Dao Foundation.
But this sanctuary was not unclaimed.
Deep within the reach of his divine sense, several exceedingly obscure presences lay dormant on the seabed. Silent and restrained, they neither probed the outside world nor readily revealed the slightest pressure, like reefs buried for countless ages.
Yet beneath Qin He's soul perception, nothing hidden could escape detection.