"What do you mean, it's connected to a demi-plane?"
Ma Xiaotao blinked.
Zhang Lexuan instinctively looked at Long Yaochen as well.
They had still been immersed in the shock of the six ultimates, yet Long Yaochen's very next sentence had thrown out something even more outrageous.
A demi-plane.
It did not sound like something a Soul Ancestor should possess.
Long Xiaoyao fell silent for a moment. At this point, he felt that his Limit Douluo brain was not quite enough.
It seemed he had said "my life has been worth it" too soon.
"Can we go in and take a look?" Zhang Lexuan asked softly.
Long Yaochen shook his head. "For now, only I can enter. I'll go in and check the situation first."
As soon as he spoke, he closed his eyes, and the Crimson Moon behind him trembled gently.
After leaving a ripple of crimson light where he stood, he vanished.
The next moment, Long Yaochen's consciousness seemed to be drawn by moonlight as it sank into another space.
When he opened his eyes again, he was no longer at the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well.
The sky was dark.
Not the darkness of an ordinary night, but a darkness bordering on deep violet.
There was no sun, nor were there any stars.
Only an enormous Crimson Moon hung high in the heavens.
Moonlight poured down upon the gray-black earth, as though draping the entire world in a faint red mist.
In the distance lay a wasteland.
Vague, silent figures could be seen across it.
Skeletal knights knelt on one knee with broken swords braced against the ground. Enormous bone beasts lay motionless, while remnants of soul fire floated through the air like lamps on the verge of going out.
Long Yaochen's eyelids twitched.
"Elder Yi, this place