Dead Spirit Abyss.
The wind howled madly.
Aside from that, there was no other sound.
Ye Xuan's body plummeted rapidly.
His robes snapped loudly, pulled taut by the powerful currents of air.
The Dead Spirit Abyss was even deeper than he had imagined.
The darkness around him was endless and dense as ink, as if it could suck in a person's soul.
Ye Xuan did not panic.
He adjusted his posture in midair and circulated his spiritual power. His falling speed immediately slowed.
If an ordinary Qingyun Sect disciple had jumped from this height, they would have been crippled even if they survived.
But he was different.
With his Innate Dao Body and cultivation far surpassing his peers, he remained perfectly at ease in this pitch-black abyss.
He even had the leisure to complain.
"You can't see a single ghost in this place."
"That kid Zhang Xiaofan has a tough life. He should survive the fall."
Although he said that,
Ye Xuan still felt a little uncertain deep down.
After all, with his interference, the plot had already gone completely off the rails.
A butterfly's single flap of its wings could cause a storm across the ocean.
He was a "great butterfly" who had rewritten the entire structure of the Qingyun Sect. Who knew how far Zhang Xiaofan's fate had deviated?
Finally.
Something solid reached his feet.
He had landed.
The ground was hard and cold, carrying the damp stench of decay.
Ye Xuan casually flicked out a faint spark of spiritual light.
The instant the light appeared,
the darkness around him seemed to be startled.
Countless pairs of ghostly green eyes lit up in the darkness.
Yin spirits.
The resentment accumulated beneath the Dead Spirit Abyss over a thousand years had spawned countless yin spirits and vengeful ghosts.
They