Cliffs with no visible bottom surrounded them. A narrow path wound ahead, leading deep underground.
The void was empty, filled only with endless darkness.
Apart from the path beneath their feet, there was nothing else to see.
The Demonic Dragon led his two companions onward, walking with extreme caution.
"Do not use any power under any circumstances. Otherwise, we'll attract the Evil Ghost spirits, and we'll all die," the Demonic Dragon warned.
His two companions nodded in unison.
--Just moments ago, a glowing spirit with an ugly face had floated past through the dark void.
It was completely unfathomable.
Gu Qingshan had glanced at it from afar and felt a chill rise in his heart.
Fear?
Is my body afraid?
Gu Qingshan thought, somewhat astonished.
As they walked, Zhao Jiuxuan asked, "Brother Leng, if you get that divine artifact, can our world be saved?"
"It drove away even the Moruo Bow and that Evil Ghost Divine Talisman. What do you think? Is it powerful or not?" the Demonic Dragon asked in return.
"Powerful!" Zhao Jiuxuan said excitedly.
"Wait. If it's such a powerful divine artifact, why haven't the Ghost Lords come down here to take it after all these years?" Gu Qingshan asked.
The Demonic Dragon laughed. "Because they're afraid."
"Afraid?"
"Right. They're all cultivators, newcomers to the Evil Ghost World—not true Evil Ghosts. That place is an ancient sealed land from an age long past. Anyone who tries to enter, unless they're an Evil Ghost, will be devoured by hundreds of millions of Evil Ghost spirits and die," the Demonic Dragon explained.
After saying this, the Demonic Dragon seemed to notice something and suddenly sent a telepathic message. "Don't move. Don't make a sound."
The three of them stopped at once.
In the vast darkness overhead, countless glowing objects