Xu Changqing casually picked a few Dragonbone Shoots and continued downward with Zhao Ziyue.
After descending another fifty or so zhang, the dragon shadows around them suddenly vanished.
As if something had frightened them away, they dispersed completely.
Immediately afterward, a suffocatingly heavy pressure surged up from the deepest part of the fissure.
Zhao Ziyue's expression changed. His descent visibly slowed, and after forcing himself down another dozen zhang or so, he finally stopped. "Old Xu, every time I reach this place, I can't hold on any longer."
Xu Changqing stopped beside him and sensed the pressure emanating from below.
It truly was powerful.
Even though that ancient dragon had died who knew how many years ago, and even its flesh had long since dissolved away, the sliver of will it left behind could still make Spirit Transformation cultivators struggle to approach.
His Origin Dao foundation was decent enough, so continuing downward would not be a problem.
But taking Zhao Ziyue with him would be somewhat difficult.
At that moment, he suddenly remembered something and flipped his palm.
The Creation Guixu Seal appeared in his hand.
The moment the tiny black seal appeared, the azure dragon-shaped tree sprout suddenly lit up.
The azure light was not dazzling, yet it seemed to resonate with the entire expanse of water in some indescribable way.
Centered on Xu Changqing, the currents within several zhang suddenly became much lighter.
Those golden motes of light surged toward the seal as though they had found their home, gathering into slender ribbons of radiance in the water and circling the Creation Guixu Seal.
All the pressure, all the resistance, all the oppression brought by that ancient dragon vanished without a trace within the reach of the azure light.
The bearer of this seal was the will of