In a secret space somewhere within the Netherworld Ghost Domain, there was no sun, no moon, no stars—not even ground. There was only an expanse of gray.
Amid this grayness, six cultivators flew through the air. At their head was a vicious-looking cultivator whose age could not be discerned. He appeared no different from an ordinary mortal. But how could a mortal fly through the air? Clearly, his cultivation had reached the state of returning to simplicity—a feat only Ascension Stage cultivators could achieve.
Beside him was an old crone who likewise looked no different from an ordinary mortal. The four people behind them were all at the late Nascent Spirit Stage.
The six flew for over an hour before the old crone suddenly stopped, raising her right hand in a gesture for them to halt.
The vicious-looking cultivator said, "Junior Sister Ge, have you found a clue?"
The old crone replied, "I have a faint feeling. You know that, to prevent other sects from learning of this matter, our sect destroyed every connection. Only those who cultivate the Myriad Transformations Netherworld Art can sense anything at all. But the netherworld true qi here is somewhat scattered, so mistakes are common. We have already gone wrong six times."
The vicious-looking cultivator said, "No matter. We only need search slowly."
The old crone closed her eyes and spread out her spiritual sense. A moment later, her body abruptly sank, and she swiftly flew toward the left. The vicious-looking cultivator waved his hand and led the remaining four after her.
After flying for roughly half an hour, the old crone stopped again and looked around. This time, the vicious-looking cultivator also seemed somewhat stirred.
The old crone extended her hand, and a small banner appeared in it. With a shake, it immediately