Deep within the Soul Clan, in an underground space shrouded by layers of restrictions.
Xuan Jin stood at the front, followed by Gu Yuan, Zhu Kun, Yan Jin, Fairy Fire Spirit, and Lei Ying.
The caution on Gu Yuan's face had yet to fully fade. Following behind Xuan Jin, he occasionally looked up at the distorted spatial rifts ahead, feeling that something about this place was strange.
"These restrictions are buried awfully deep."
Lei Ying spoke in a low voice, gripping a bolt of lightning in his hand, ready to act at any moment.
"What exactly has the Soul Clan hidden in here?"
Xuan Jin did not turn around. He merely waved a hand, and faint purple-golden flames surged from his palm, sweeping lightly across the restriction before them.
The seemingly impregnable spatial restriction instantly recoiled to either side as though it had encountered its natural enemy, revealing a pitch-black hollow within.
"You'll know once we go in." Xuan Jin casually tossed out those words before stepping inside first.
Gu Yuan followed close behind. Zhu Kun and Yan Jin exchanged a glance, then entered as well.
Fairy Fire Spirit and Lei Ying brought up the rear. The group of six followed the passage Xuan Jin had forcibly opened and headed deeper inside.
The farther they went, the colder the surroundings became.
It was not a chill of temperature, but a pressure that weighed upon the soul itself. An indescribable aura of decay permeated the air.
Lei Ying frowned. The power of lightning around him unconsciously spread outward, dispersing the uncomfortable sensation around them.
"This place..." Yan Jin spoke, his voice grave. "It just feels wrong."
Xuan Jin stopped.
Ahead lay an enormous space bound by countless chains.
The chains were made of an exceptionally peculiar material, carrying a faint blackish-red