"Disciple, you shouldn't go either. Head back to Extreme Yang Island and wait."
The Extreme Yang Ancestor glanced at his beloved disciple Xu Ziteng beside him and sighed.
"Master, why not take me along?"
Xu Ziteng still refused to give up.
"The last time I went in, there weren't nearly this many Spirit Transformation cultivators."
The Extreme Yang Ancestor glared at him and snapped, "There are too many Spirit Transformation experts this time. Even I might not get anything out of it. If I can find your grandmaster's remains, I'll be thanking heaven and earth."
"All right, Master. I'll head back, then."
Xu Ziteng gave a wry laugh, turned, and flew toward Extreme Yang Island.
Du Shengyue also bid Chen Changming farewell and flew back to Golden Turtle Island alone.
A short while passed.
Seeing some cultivators around the first layer of the Spirit Transformation realm begin entering Line of Sky, the Extreme Yang Ancestor hurriedly urged, "Junior brother, it's about time. We should go in too."
"All right."
Chen Changming nodded.
The two flew side by side through the entrance to Line of Sky.
Beyond the entrance lay a dense mass of black ghostly qi.
The ghostly qi was so thick that it severely obstructed spiritual sense. Neither Chen Changming nor the Extreme Yang Ancestor could probe their surroundings, so they could only fly forward by feel.
A few breaths later.
The two flew out of the dense ghostly qi.
A black, desolate land met their eyes, with rolling black mountain ranges stretching along the distant horizon.
The sky was dim, and faint ghostly qi permeated everything.
The ghostly qi here was relatively thin, allowing excellent visibility. It could not be compared to the dense ghostly qi behind them.
"So this is Line of Sky?"
Chen Changming gazed at