Xiao Yao had just stepped into Demon Flame Valley when he saw the area around him covered in patches of pale purple mist.
He turned to look behind him. Dongfang Xuetong's figure was already blurry.
"Disciple, this pale purple mist is the culprit that traps Emperor Tier cultivators," Su Tanmeng sent him through a telepathic message.
Xiao Yao took a brief look. It seemed no different from the thick fog that rose on mornings in his previous life; visibility was just as poor.
The difference was that his Mana couldn't disperse the pale purple mist at all.
"Second Master, this mist just makes people lose their way and their sense of direction. Emperor Tier cultivators are supposed to be powerful. Surely they wouldn't get trapped here!"
Su Tanmeng rolled her eyes at Xiao Yao's words, but still patiently explained, "Emperor Tier cultivators are indeed powerful, but this pale purple mist is even more powerful."
"Without that talisman, anyone who stays here will fall into a state that's neither dream nor reality, neither illusion nor truth. By then, they won't be able to tell what's real and what's unreal."
"In the past, even many Emperor Tier cultivators from the Demonic Path forces met their end here. It wasn't until the Formless Demon Emperor advanced to the Heavenly Emperor Realm that she completely took control of Demon Flame Valley, a forbidden zone from the ancient chaos era."
Xiao Yao immediately glanced at the pale purple diamond-shaped talisman hanging on his chest. Only after confirming it was still there did he let out a sigh of relief.
Seeing this, Su Tanmeng couldn't help smiling faintly. "Don't worry. If we're only going around the outskirts of Demon Flame Valley, I can lead you out even without this talisman."
Xiao Yao nodded, reassured, but he