"This is the place..."
At this moment, Lin Chen sensed the information within the jade slip in his hand and looked ahead, his gaze flickering.
Before him lay an empty, desolate plain. Yet at its center was a giant pit sunken deep into the ground, bottomless, like a crack leading to the Nine Nether Underworld. An absolute darkness carried a chill that pierced into the bone marrow, making every cultivator who saw it shudder in terror.
However, Lin Chen knew that this was no crack leading to the Nine Nether Underworld. It was the entire area of Penglai Island where mortals lived, and also the only route to the underground Sleeping Dragon Spirit Vein.
With that thought, Lin Chen walked directly toward the entrance of the abyss. Along the way, countless Formation Restrictions flickering with spiritual light and carrying terrifying pressure emerged around him, only to disperse because of the Divine Firmament Gang Law Dao talisman decree in his hand... In the end, he stood before the enormous abyss, black as though it could devour everything.
Then he leaped down!
The darkness receded like a tide. At last, faint light illuminated the surroundings before him, but even so, everything remained dim and gloomy. A little light filtered down from overhead, yet it was nowhere near as bright and open as sunlight.
Below him stretched a vast plain. From high in the air, he could vaguely see numerous cities scattered across the land like building blocks, with tiny black dots wriggling within them—mortals, one after another.
Just as Lin Chen entered this space, an indescribable force descended directly from some unknowable place.
In an instant, the dharma power within Lin Chen began to rapidly stagnate, and his Golden Core started to collapse speck by speck. Strands of white spread through