Even after entering the depths of the earth, Xin Yi's laughter still followed them like a shadow.
Zhao Ziyue met up with Ci Qu. Ci Qu was seated cross-legged beside the central stone stele, resting with his eyes closed. When he saw Zhao Ziyue enter and opened his eyes for a look, his expression turned somewhat strange.
Zhao Ziyue knew full well that, apart from retaining his own consciousness, everything about him, inside and out, body and spirit alike, had been manifested from karmic force. He could be called the filthiest thing in the world, something no cultivator would wish to touch. Keeping a certain distance from Ci Qu, he did not waste words and merely said:
"Keep descending. Force them out."
At the Yellow Springs Secret Mansion's current depth, the effects of the earthcore magnetic force were intensifying, compounded by the influence of the yin qi of the Nine Earths. It was indeed no longer suited for ordinary cultivators to survive. If they could drive the thousand-odd people within the secret mansion out, never mind those desperadoes of the Northern Wasteland—just the cultivators from the various sects would be enough to give Xin Yi and the others a bitter cup to drink. Then, naturally, another opportunity would arise.
Ci Qu said no more. After sinking another stretch, he suddenly slapped the stone stele beside him. Radiant colors flowed over the stele, and a fissure opened in the void outside, drawing in a passing stream of Earth Lung Poisonous Gas without end. Once it had accumulated to a certain extent, it erupted where the crowd was densest, becoming a thin layer of sickly green mist within which yin fire blazed. Screams immediately rang out.
Zhao Ziyue sneered. Petty tricks.
Ci Qu was still reluctant to use the Nether Void Thunder