Spirit Beasts

Zhou Qiubai made his judgment.

Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Beasts had only just developed intelligence. Though they could not speak, their instincts were even sharper than humans'.

Why would a Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Beast be willing to remain in a place like this for centuries? Was it too injured to leave, or was there something it could not bear to abandon?

Yang Guyun leaned slightly forward and took a step closer to the edge of the fissure.

"Very deep."

Judging by the echo, it had to be at least a thousand meters deep, right?

Zhou Qiubai was not entirely sure. After all, he had returned all his knowledge to his teachers long ago.

What was that formula again?

Forget it, he was getting sidetracked.

"It's not just deep." Zhou Qiubai raised a hand and pointed at the stone walls on either side of the fissure. "Look at these walls. This was definitely not a natural crack. The cuts are smooth—clearly traces left by a Soul Power impact that shattered the rock. Something major must have happened here back then, enough that Spirit Hall would rather shut down the entire breeding ground than keep digging."

Yang Guyun followed the direction of his finger. Sure enough, parallel cracks covered the stone walls at even intervals, as though some massive force had split them apart from within.

"Going down?" Yang Guyun asked.

As long as Zhou Qiubai went down, he would go too.

The Spear and Sword Twins could not be missing one.

Zhou Qiubai did not answer immediately. Instead, he crouched down again, closed his eyes, and extended his senses down through the fissure.

It was undoubtedly at the Ten-Thousand-Year level, and its age was not low.

Yet what made him hesitate was this unfamiliar home ground.

The space beneath the fissure was a complete