After arranging everything, Yang Lingtian left without disturbing anyone.
Taking Yang Dingtian with him, he left the Chaos Sacred Sect without a sound and headed west.
The farther west they went, the thinner the spiritual energy between heaven and earth became. In its place was a suffocating aura of death.
Three days later, the two stopped before a massive canyon.
The canyon looked like a scar across the earth, bottomless and shrouded year-round in gray mist.
"Big brother, this place is eerie."
Yang Dingtian scratched at the golden fur covering his body, his expression turning unusually solemn.
"The gravity here is more than a thousand times that of the outside world, and... this mist can corrode divine power."
Yang Lingtian stood at the cliff's edge and looked down.
The section of finger bone in his storage ring was leaping wildly, as though it wanted to burst out.
"This is Falling God Valley."
"It was said that during the great battle back then, an Ancient Divine Emperor fell here, and his resentment turned into this sky-spanning poisonous mist."
A faint layer of Chaos radiance rose around Yang Lingtian, keeping the gray mist that tried to corrode him at bay.
"Let's go down and take a look."
He leaped straight into the bottomless abyss.
Yang Dingtian gave a cackle, hoisted his broadsword onto his shoulder, and followed close behind.
"Who cares what gods or ghosts are down there? If they dare block my path, your second master will chop them apart with one strike!"
The two figures were instantly swallowed by the gray mist.
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Falling.
Endless falling.
The wind howled beside their ears like countless Vengeful Souls shrieking, while the thousandfold gravity dragged at their bodies.
If an ordinary Divine King had come here, his