"Now that we have come this far, how can we shrink back?"
Xuan Li lowered her gaze, her sharp eyes fixed on the surging mist deep within the Rift Valley below.
"That is exactly what I was thinking. Since we are already here, we should go down and take a look." Feng Zhongli said.
With both women agreeing to enter the valley, Yuan Rong turned his gaze to Song Wen.
The latter nodded lightly.
Seeing this, Yuan Rong said, "Then let us make the trip. But the situation within the Rift Valley is unknown. We must look out for one another to guard against mishaps. How about the four of us form a battle formation and advance and retreat together?"
Song Wen, Feng Zhongli, and Xuan Li exchanged glances. In the end, Feng Zhongli replied, "That would be best."
Yuan Rong smiled faintly, then summoned the thirty-six flying swords and formed the Void Sword Formation in midair.
The other three entered the sword formation and unleashed their respective methods, standing guard outside it.
At the eastern, western, southern, and northern sides beyond the sword formation stood Song Wen's Nine Calamities Measuring-Heaven Sword, Xuan Li's Moon Wheel, Feng Zhongli's thousand-zhang giant ape, and Yuan Rong's Nether Epiphyllum Sword.
Yuan Rong controlled the sword formation as it slowly descended, swiftly reaching the area shrouded in mist.
In an instant, everything before them turned into a vast expanse of white.
Threads of cold seeped through the sword formation's barrier and reached their bodies.
Their divine senses were also instantly compressed, plunging from ten thousand li to less than a hundred li.
"This mist is intensely cold. It can even penetrate the Sword Qi barrier. Everyone, this place is likely no land of goodwill. We must proceed with utmost caution." Yuan Rong warned as