Earthen House.
The Oil Lamp on the altar table wavered faintly, as if struggling, yet it could illuminate only the area around its stand.
Beyond the lampstand, it was as though nothingness had spread—or night had fallen: deep and vast, impossible to fathom.
Fu Xuanxu jolted awake and found himself standing in a mass of dense darkness. He instinctively sent out his Spiritual Sense, but it was like a mud cow sinking into the sea, eliciting not the slightest response. Even the vision of a Deity Transformation Realm cultivator could reach only a very short distance ahead.
To his surprise, his Wooden Ruyi, which should already have self-destructed, was now floating intact above his head. A hazy, clear light spilled from it, continually casting down faint radiance to restore his magic power.
Fu Xuanxu let out a long breath of turbid air, at a loss as to what had just happened.
Just moments ago, a Ghostly Being had strung him up with hemp rope and delivered him to the mouth of another Ghostly Being that looked like a saber-wielding warrior. Just as he was about to be devoured, he had seemed to wake from a nightmare—and in the blink of an eye, he was back in this darkness...
Now, not only was his magical treasure unharmed, but all the grievous injuries he had just suffered had vanished as well!
"The Nether Heaven Mist of the Eternal Night Desert..."
"Did Senior Mo intervene?"
Fu Xuanxu wondered to himself. He quickly recalled the Wooden Ruyi and was about to explore the darkness when a voice suddenly rang in his ear. "Fellow Daoist Fu, don't waste time. Quickly collect the Law power!"
Fu Xuanxu froze. It was Pei Ling's voice!
He hurriedly asked, "Holy Son Pei, are you all right too?"
The words