Three days later.
Song Wen and the other four flew through the air and entered the Source-Qi Death Domain.
Looking at the black source qi that permeated every corner, Shopkeeper Yin, Bu Ren, Yan Tong, and Feng Youyou each employed their own methods. Some activated treasures, while others performed secret arts, all forming barriers around themselves to resist the encroachment of the source qi.
A faint glow also radiated from Song Wen's body, making it seem as though he too could keep the source qi at bay.
Naturally, his immunity to the source qi's encroachment was merely an act. The glow around him was nothing more than a close-fitting shield sustained by spiritual power.
As the five ventured deeper into the Source-Qi Death Domain, the surrounding source qi grew increasingly dense. Their divine senses were gradually suppressed, and the range of their perception shrank ever further.
After traveling ten thousand li into the domain, Song Wen's perception range had fallen to less than ten li.
As for Shopkeeper Yin and the other three, their perception extended only three to five li.
"Fellow Daoist Yan Tong, stop holding back and summon your Owl Void. We have already penetrated ten thousand li into the Source-Qi Death Domain. At any moment, we may encounter fifth-rank Void Demons or fifth-rank wraiths. Without your Owl Void to guide us, the dangers are impossible to predict."
Yan Tong casually slapped a black cloth bag at his waist, and a monster more than a zhang tall immediately appeared.
The monster resembled a night owl, but its entire body was covered in scales, with thick black fluid clinging to them.
Instead of long tail feathers, it had the Void Race's signature nine tentacles.
Song Wen's eyes narrowed slightly. This was actually a mid-stage fifth-rank Void Demon.
He had