Western Immortal Realm

Recommended reading: Fengshui Forbidden Land, black hurricanes howled, heaven pressed down and earth surged up—this peril-ridden mortal-world deathtrap made every step arduous.

Under the nourishment of the vast spiritual energy, the extreme yang power within Ning Chen rapidly grew stronger, his cultivation advancing by leaps and bounds.

Ayluo Zhen saw it all, and became even more cautious regarding his safety, single-handedly warding off every danger.

Yet compared to Ning Chen, Yin'er was the one who truly benefited the most. In merely a few days, her cultivation had reached the peak of Connecting Heaven, and she could step into the next realm at any moment.

A fifteen-year-old at the peak of the acquired realm was beyond imagination, rare even throughout the ages.

Seeing signs that Yin'er's cultivation was about to break through into the innate realm, Ning Chen acted to suppress the realm that was continuously rising within her heart. A fifteen-year-old at the acquired peak was still acceptable; a fifteen-year-old innate expert was far too early.

Reaching heaven in a single step was no good thing. If it harmed one's foundation, the loss would outweigh the gain.

Within the dim world, the three continued onward. Raging waves and furious storms churned endlessly around them, and the utterly vile environment intensified the dangers of the forbidden land. Suddenly, two black hurricanes swept toward them, blocking their path once more.

Ayluo Zhen halted, turning her palm to carve out a path of life. A road appeared, and the three did not hesitate as they swiftly passed through.

Time slipped by bit by bit. The road ahead became increasingly difficult, danger lurking at every step. There was never any turning back in the Fengshui Forbidden Land; only by pressing onward could they possibly find a way out.

Ayluo Zhen looked at the young