Echoes reverberated off the hollow walls, filling the mountain with an indescribably eerie, sinister air.
That sinister eeriness shrouded the entire mountain. Along with the unfathomable fissure within it, it was as though a vast abyss lay here, with gales scouring bone and thunderous winds rolling.
There was the deathly silence of a place devoid of living things, yet those strange sounds also made it seem that, apart from the bone-scouring wind, no other sound existed on this mountain.
That lone sound howled, carrying far into the distance.
"Is this where the Dao's presence lies?"
"Yes. They say it first appeared somewhere around here. Everywhere else in the area has already been searched, except this place. It was never suitable for living creatures, so no one has come to investigate."
Two black-robed figures stood in midair, supported by black clouds. Swathes of cloud drifted before them, blocking the thunderous gales, which flowed past their edges like water.
They reckoned they could not hold out for long with only their demonic cultivator profound light and dharma power.
The winds seeping from this mountain fissure were rather strange.
"Take a look first. If there's danger, leave immediately."
"Don't touch the wind here. It'll erode your cultivation."
Neither of the black-robed men was a fool. They could clearly see that the fissure in the mountain was the true source of the terror lurking here.
These winds merely seeped out of that chasm, which resembled a natural moat.
The gusts of thunderous wind also contained the aura of lightning tribulation. Once touched, it could easily coat them in tribulation qi. In the current cultivation climate, anyone covered in tribulation qi was extremely liable to be swept into some inexplicable calamity.
They were still in the Demon Domain, a world where bloodshed was everywhere