Lu Feng and his group passed through the ancient Teleportation Array and arrived safely on the other side. Yet when they stepped out of the array and saw the scene before them, every one of them froze where they stood.
As far as the eye could see, the ground was covered in blue-black soil. Even the bamboo growing from it bore that same blue-black hue. The distant hillsides were likewise steeped in that cold, eerie color, exuding threads of sinister chill.
Xiao Jiao'er could not help crying out, "What kind of ghost place have we come to?"
Qiu Shuang drew her sword, her face full of vigilance. "Looking at this environment, it doesn't seem like we're inside the Qingxiu Chan Sect."
Chun Xue cautiously echoed, "Could we have been transported into the territory of some Heretical Cultivator faction?"
Her suspicion was not unwarranted. The cold and eerie atmosphere of this place truly resembled the surroundings favored by certain Heretical Cultivators with crooked hearts.
Xiao Jiao'er was filled with frustration. "That can't be right. How could the teleportation have gone wrong? Did those invading enemies tamper with the Teleportation Array?"
Lu Feng studied the blue-black shades spreading through the surroundings and vaguely felt that they seemed somewhat familiar. Just as he was about to investigate and sense the area more closely, a sharp cry suddenly rang out from behind him.
"Watch out~"
Qiu Shuang and Chun Xue drew their swords together, unleashing a crossing sword formation toward a mass of black shadow that had suddenly appeared in midair.
The black shadow was like mist, like vapor, without any solid form. It radiated an eerie, bone-chilling cold that made one's hair stand on end and raised goosebumps across the skin.
The crossing sword strikes landed upon the black shadow, instantly cleaving it