"Master, if that kid dies in there, can the Dragon-Seeking Compass find him?"
"It can. According to what you told me, if he's a demonic beast, his true form is a flood dragon. He'll revert to that form when he dies, and his aura won't dissipate for a short time. Contact me through the Transmission Mirror if anything happens. We must find him."
"Yes, Master."
Led by five Spirit Transmutation Cultivators, more than a dozen Nascent Soul Late Stage Cultivators followed them into the Sky Fire Abyss.
Ximen Hao had always meant what he said. Anyone who dared defy him met a grim fate. They had no choice but to grit their teeth and enter the Sky Fire Abyss.
On a boundless black plain, the air rippled, and a gloomy-looking man in a black robe appeared out of thin air.
Before he could figure out what was happening, rolling thunder boomed from above. More than a hundred black lightning spears, each several yards long, came crashing down.
"Damn it, I've been teleported right into a restriction!" he cursed. He transformed into a streak of light and flew off, but before he could gain much altitude, he dropped back down.
Clearly, an Anti-flight Restriction had been set up here.
He hurriedly summoned a Black Small Umbrella, which hovered above his head.
A tremendous boom rang out. A vast swath of black lightning swallowed his figure. When the lightning faded, all that remained on the ground was a tattered black robe.
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Above a desolate plain.
There wasn't a single plant in sight. The sky was gray, lending the scene a heavy, oppressive air.
A dazzling green light suddenly appeared in midair. It was a tall, thin young man in a green robe, with a cultivation level at the Nascent Soul Late