A vast, surging black wind howled around them. The white mist boiled and churned on all sides, like endless waves rising and crashing, yet some invisible force held it in check, keeping it from crossing the boundary.
Pei Ling walked at the very front across the open plain.
A colossal gate, majestic and ornate as an immortal's palace, stood silently before them. It seemed like a giant clad in splendid robes and a jeweled crown, casually watching a swarm of ants cautiously draw near.
They had not gone far when Pei Ling sensed the curse descending from the unseen beyond!
Before the Myriad Soul Curse could continue to erode him, he drew a deep breath, opened his mouth, and spoke in a cold, sinister voice: "Zhou!"
His voice spread in every direction like invisible ripples, swiftly merging with and canceling out a certain force that had abruptly emerged from the void. In an instant, the curse here vanished without a trace.
The abnormality that had just begun to brew within Pei Ling quickly subsided.
He spread out his Spiritual Sense and swept the surroundings in an instant. Only after confirming that Li Lieyue and Yan Minghua were unaffected did he secretly let out a breath of relief.
It seemed this place was just like when they had approached the First Gate: the curse targeted only the "Zhou" successor walking at the very front.
Only when the successor himself withstood the curse would those following behind have a chance to enter the gate without being affected by it.
Taking advantage of the lull, Pei Ling picked up speed and dashed toward the Second Gate.
All his followers sensed the change and sped up after him.
The white mist rolled and surged, as if mountains were toppling and seas overturning, its spectacle