Rainbow poison miasma drifted apart like gauze steeped in cinnabar. Golden light glimmered from Fangyuan's kasaya, burning a winding path through the toxic fog.
The two passed through the miasma and soon reached the entrance to the valley.
Three weathered stone lions lay half-buried amid the wild grass. Worn down by the years, only their rough outlines remained. The occasional scraps of bone lay scattered among the weeds, making the scene exceptionally desolate.
Yet all that lay before them was barren wilderness, as though no human presence had existed here for centuries. It felt deeply eerie.
But when Chen Ye opened his Spirit Eye, he saw traces of spiritual energy flowing everywhere. The spiritual energy of heaven and earth here was far denser than anything Chen Ye had seen before.
"Truly a fine place for cultivation."
Fangyuan merely smiled and offered Chen Ye no guidance on entering the valley.
Chen Ye understood. This was likely Hundred Seas Valley's trial.
Even an ordinary inn could set up a bronze gate to test a guest's abilities; all the more so for a place belonging to cultivators.
This desolate entrance was surely an illusion. Chen Ye needed to find the true entrance before he could enter Hundred Seas Valley.
If Chen Ye had to fight spells with someone else, he would likely be nervous. Who knew what methods the other person possessed? They might kill him the moment they struck.
But if he had to break a formation, he was quite confident.
A sweep of his Spirit Eye revealed the traces of the formation.
Chen Ye muttered to himself, "It differs somewhat from Jiang Shiyue's illusion art, but it too relies on the local feng shui configuration... The technique is far more ingenious, yet the difficulty is not great."
Chen Ye stepped into