Song Wen turned into a gray shadow, speeding through the air amid the dense yin qi.
He flew only a few miles above the ground, yet his escape speed was extremely swift. The ruined landscape below rapidly receded.
His divine sense was fully extended, recklessly searching everything within a hundred-mile radius.
Suddenly.
The scene before Song Wen's eyes began to twist and distort.
The yin qi filling the sky abruptly vanished, replaced by graceful women in thin, gauzy garments, dancing lightly through the air with bare feet.
Before Song Wen could make out their faces, the black hole within his sea of consciousness suddenly erupted with a devouring force.
The women instantly disappeared.
Everything before him returned once more to its former gloomy, ruined state.
Song Wen's eyes sharpened like blades as he swept his gaze toward a deep Rift Valley in the ground below.
When the illusion had appeared just now, an unusual fluctuation of yin qi had come from deep within the Rift Valley.
The Rift Valley was extremely deep, and the yin qi within was exceptionally dense. Divine sense entering it was like a mud ox sinking into the sea; perception was greatly weakened, making it impossible to probe its bottom.
"It's hidden quite deeply."
Song Wen's gaze narrowed slightly. The few arcs of lightning that had just lit up on the Thunder Kui Wings behind him suddenly dimmed.
Anything capable of making an illusion appear before him had to be an eighth-order ghost. In terms of cultivation realm alone, it might even surpass Song Wen.
Better to avoid trouble than invite it.
Since the ghost had not rushed out of the Rift Valley to cause him trouble, it was best not to stir up unnecessary complications.
Song Wen's escaping light abruptly accelerated as he sped away.