Beneath the Abyss, even the sunlight that occasionally lost its way and spilled across the icefield had no chance to break into this place. Though Zhao Li's vision was not affected, he could still feel the deathly silence here!
The cliffs on both banks were like solid barriers, their existence trapping the night forever within this bottomless gorge.
Zhao Li walked through it step by step, his senses fully open, unwilling to miss even the smallest detail. He walked for a long time, yet never saw the white bear from before. He stopped and tried to contact Zhao Li.
"As expected, I'm no longer in that space outside."
Just as he had anticipated, they were separated by only a single gorge, yet the connection between him and his True Form had already become extremely faint. If he had not been one of Zhao Li's incarnations to begin with, even this last thread of contact would probably have been severed.
After realizing that he had unknowingly stepped into a Pocket Dimension, Zhao Li was not surprised. As early as when he had personally seen this gorge that did not exist within his perception, he had formed some guesses about this place. It was either a Formation, or a Pocket Dimension, or perhaps both.
Now he had merely confirmed what he had thought. Next, it was time to investigate what secrets this place held.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—
In the darkness, a cold wind swept over, making even Zhao Li shiver. His gaze narrowed slightly. This wind seemed to have a special effect on the soul. He had only been brushed by it once, yet he actually felt a long-lost chill.
And this kind of Nether Wind could be seen everywhere in this place!
"I can't drag this out too long, or this