Song Wen also spotted Wu Yuan. Seeing that he did not attack, he could not help but breathe a slight sigh of relief.
If Wu Yuan attacked now, Song Wen truly had no confidence he could keep him here.
Before long, a gorge appeared ahead of Song Wen.
The gorge was a thousand li wide, like a heavenly chasm cleaving the earth apart.
Gusts of yin wind howled out from the depths of the gorge, carrying an inexplicable air of slaughter that inspired dread at a glance.
Song Wen arrived above the gorge and, without hesitation, dove toward its depths, his figure swiftly swallowed by the ghostly qi filling the sky.
No sooner had he left than Wu Yuan arrived close behind.
Wu Yuan looked down at the pitch-black, fathomless gorge below and thought to himself.
It seems Ye Hua came for this gorge. Then I need not force him into it myself, saving me some trouble. But why would a corpse cultivator enter a gorge overflowing with ghostly qi? Could he also cultivate some secret ghost path art, seeking some kind of ghost path spirit material here?
Though Wu Yuan had his doubts, he did not dwell on them and also slipped into the ghostly qi below.
As he continued descending, the ghostly qi around him grew increasingly dense, its interference with divine sense becoming more severe, and the range of his divine sense steadily shrinking.
However, Wu Yuan did not lose track of him because of this.
That was because "Ye Hua" ahead was descending with extreme caution. Moreover, he encountered ghost creatures from time to time.
Yet they were all merely low-grade ghost creatures, easily slain by "Ye Hua."
After descending nearly a thousand li, the range of Wu Yuan's divine sense had shrunk to less than