Everyone's gaze turned toward the long, narrow fissure. The crack stretched for hundreds of kilometers, its end nowhere in sight, yet it was extremely narrow—its widest point was no more than ten meters across, while its narrowest spots were less than a meter wide. Anyone even slightly overweight would probably be unable to get down through it.
"This abyssal gorge doesn't seem to have formed naturally..." someone said with a frown.
"I think so too. Could it be a cultivation site specially carved out by the Five Absolutes Immortal Emperor?" another cultivator said.
"It really is strange. And this dark red mist—I can't shake this inexplicable sense of unease!" someone said.
The Nine-Tomoe Sharingan emerged in Lin Chuan's right eye. His pupil power circulated faintly as he stared into the dark red mist. For some reason, he too felt uneasy upon seeing it, yet no matter how closely he observed, he could not find the source of that unease.
"Xiao Heng, can you sense anything?" Lin Chuan asked. He did not know whether his feeling came from the Yin-Yang Master's abilities. If it did, then Xiao Heng would certainly be able to see more.
"I can't make anything out. The aura here is in chaos, and some immense power is interfering with it. It should be connected to the Five Absolutes Immortal Emperor's residence..." Xiao Heng said softly.
Yin-Yang Masters could indeed see many things that others could not, but their abilities were not absolute. Once matters involved the level of immortals, their powers would be greatly restricted. Unless Xiao Heng had reached the level of Seimei, the founding patriarch of their school, it was impossible for him to divine anything related to the Five Absolutes Immortal Emperor.
"I have a vague feeling of unease," Lin Chuan voiced the feeling