Asking the Impossible

Staring at the tightly shut doors, Blood Firmament asked Gou Jun beside him a question.

"Why let that brat enter the Living Soul Hall alone? If there are treasures inside, won't they all fall into his hands?"

Gou Jun said, "I don't know whether this hall holds any treasures. But I do know it holds great danger. Three hundred years ago, I was pursued by ghosts and forced to flee into this hall in search of a slim chance of survival. The yin energy inside was extremely dense and suppressed Divine Sense severely. Even with my cultivation at the Nascent Soul Late Stage, I could sense only a dozen or so zhang around me."

"The moment I stepped inside, a sudden chill gripped my heart. It felt as though some dreadful creature was watching me from the shadows. I was desperate to escape and had no choice but to steel myself and press on. Fortunately, luck was on my side. The direction I chose at random happened to lead me to a Teleportation Array in the hall's southwest corner. I escaped through it."

"With that brat scouting ahead, we can roughly judge the creature's strength and work out how to deal with it."

After hearing Gou Jun's explanation, the others said no more and focused on the ghosts gradually closing in around them.

The moment the doors closed behind him, Song Wen's heart clenched. An inexplicable dread spread through him.

He swiftly released his Divine Sense, searching for the source of that unease.

Yet his Divine Sense reached only fifteen zhang around him. Within that range, there was nothing but yin energy.

Without hesitation, Song Wen used the Darkness-Breaking Technique.

In an instant, his Divine Sense condensed into a thread and extended two hundred zhang.

The thread swept through