After making everything proper, Xin Yi spoke with True Man Guangwei for a moment longer. The latter pinched his fingers to calculate for a moment, then said, "About seventy li further down is a dead-yin chasm, which should be suitable."
Xin Yi grinned. "Good, that's the spot."
A short while later, the Yellow Springs Secret Mansion sank into position. Xin Yi seized the opportune moment and shouted sternly, "Lock!"
The thousand-li-long chain clanked and vibrated. At first there was still the sound of metal, but afterwards it deepened like rumbling thunder, further connecting and entangling with the surrounding earth-qi. Though the chain was singular, it seemed to radiate billions of slightly thinner branches that dispersed into the four main directions. No matter how the ley lines connected by the secret mansion flowed, they could no longer shake it by the slightest fraction. On the contrary, under the effect of a certain force, this process was reinforced, firmly locking the secret mansion deep within the strata.
At this moment, the straight-line distance between the Yellow Springs Secret Mansion and the northern wasteland surface was also over five hundred li. At this depth, the strata had softened, and magma was densely distributed in local areas with extremely high temperatures. Yet the location Xin Yi chose was diametrically opposed to the general environment: cold and gloomy, it was a dead-yin absolute extinction zone where Earth Lung Poisonous Gas floated and which was bound together by the action of the geocenter's proto-magnetic force.
Even core formation cultivators arriving here would only be able to barely resist the harsh environment, completely lacking the ability to strike. Void Stepping cultivators would be a bit better, and those figures who had cultivated a "Dharma Realm" might perhaps be able to fight. But after fixing the secret mansion,