Golden Soul Mountain.
The members of the Anti-Soul Clan Alliance were still scouring the mountain.
Not only were there the living quarters of the Lu Yang Tribe's upper echelon on Golden Soul Mountain, but there were also many treasured resources and some hidden, blessed lands.
Meanwhile, the numerous personnel of the Dark Sacred Palace, led by Ye Ying, stood above the Soul Sea, anxiously waiting for Feng Xueji and the other four who had slipped beneath the surface.
Beneath the Soul Sea.
It was dark and gloomy.
A mysterious power suppressed the perception of Feng Xueji's group of five as they continued downward.
As they went deeper, the water of the Soul Sea grew increasingly viscous and heavy.
It felt as though this was not water, but some kind of powerful energy.
The seawater contained a richly potent soul power that pressed down on everyone.
Fortunately, they possessed formidable strength, so they were not yet in danger of being eroded by mere seawater.
A moment later, the five plunged ten thousand feet beneath the Soul Sea. By this time, the water felt like a wall of bronze and an iron rampart, extraordinarily tenacious.
Without the cultivation of the Heaven-Splitting Realm, it was utterly impossible to dive to this place, and even Feng Xueji and her four companions felt somewhat strained.
It seems we're about to reach the bottom! Wukong said in a deep voice.
"Be careful!" a powerhouse of the Dark Sacred Palace warned.
Immediately, the five continued their descent, and soon they finally arrived at the floor of the Soul Sea.
The bottom was pitch-black solid ground, hard as iron and immensely smooth.
In this pitch-black depths of the Soul Sea, the five walked slowly, searching for powerhouses who might be suppressed here.
Crack!
Suddenly, beneath Feng Xueji's foot,