The fissure was far longer than imagined!
Not in depth, but in difficulty.
As for depth, it was only about a hundred meters from end to end.
Yet with just that much depth, Li Su was truly caught between advancing and retreating.
It was not that anything obstructed him; the main problem was that the evil corruption was simply too dense.
Without a doubt, this was the first time he had seen such astonishing evil corruption. Even over in the Three Thousand Worlds, where an entire world had been contaminated by it and everything within had become a breeding trough for cultivating evil corruption, the shock it gave him was nowhere near as great as this.
The evil here had become so dense that it was visible to the naked eye.
Even space itself seemed unable to bear it. Everything in sight had been infected. At every moment, mournful wails sharp enough to pierce eardrums rang beside his ears, while before his eyes flowed the miserable scenes of countless dead souls.
Most troublesome of all, its nature differed from that outside. It was not one kind, but several entirely different forms of corruption existing at once.
With every step forward, his body and soul could not help but tremble.
Pairs of eyes and human faces sprouted from him without control, ugly and covered in foul yellow tumors, along with vast patches of ash-white and eerie green.
These abnormalities came with excruciating pain, as though nails had been hammered into his bones and his skull pried open so boiling oil could be poured into his brain.
Fortunately, before entering, Li Su had first been cleansed by the Great Dao storm spewing from the edge of the outer fissure. Otherwise, this not-so-long crack would have been enough to tear apart his will