The next day, Palace Lord Ye appeared once more, surrounded by Lu, Zong, and Kong, the three Great Guardians. He announced to the Spirit Beasts that participation in the martial competition would be voluntary, and that powerful teams would be selected to venture into the Burial Beast Abyss and eradicate evil.
Out of a spirit of beastly humanitarianism, Palace Lord Ye thoroughly emphasized the dangers of the Burial Beast Abyss before the competition, successfully persuading many weaker teams likely to perish in the instance to withdraw.
Three days later, a dark crimson abyss entered the sight of everyone aboard the Flying Boat, with enormous mountains formed from piled bones rising and falling in succession.
Columns of black qi shot into the sky between the mountains, as though countless vengeful spirits were tearing at one another within them. It was dark and soul-chilling.
"I can hear countless miserable wails, but I can't tell where they're coming from. This place is pretty damned sinister."
Lu Duowen's hearing was exceptional, yet he had met his match here. He felt this place was far from simple.
Kong Ling's expression shifted at those words, and he said:
"That's normal enough. When our clan's predecessors came here to explore last time, they encountered quite a few Beast Spirits. Those things were difficult to deal with; almost all of them possessed strength comparable to Divine Soul Tribulation cultivators, and they feared neither death nor injury."
"I don't think it's that simple. Fourth Brother's ears aren't so bad that he can't even distinguish Beast Spirits.
And speaking of which, don't you think there's far too much black qi here? Was there this much last time?"
Lu Hou frowned. He had learned some ocular techniques from Lu Changling, yet he could not see the end of the clawing figures