Whoosh—
Whoosh—
Whoosh—
Spirit Boats flew toward the Hunting Secret Realm.
This deadly secret realm lay on the border between Xuancheng Domain and Desolate Qian Domain, beside the turbulent edge of the Soul-Eating Sea.
Black water churned below. A layer of murky fog shrouded the sea year-round, and even before they drew near, a cold, murderous aura struck them from afar.
Without warning, the entire Spirit Boat shook violently. Its spiritual light flickered, and objects inside the cabins hummed and rattled.
Jiang Lu's heart tightened. She stepped out of the cabin and onto the broad deck.
Looking up, she saw layer upon layer of ink-black clouds rolling across the sky. They hung heavily over everyone's heads, as though they might come crashing down at any moment.
The Spirit Boat had begun its descent and was barely a hundred meters above the ground. A cold, briny sea wind struck her face, while an unseen pressure, vast as mountains and seas, bore down on every heart.
Jiang Lu's fingers tightened around the hilt of the Qianming Sword at her back. The cool touch of its scabbard sent her heartbeat racing.
The Spirit Boat glided slowly onward through layers of black fog, and the entrance to the Hunting Secret Realm finally came into view.
The vast entrance hung above the Soul-Eating Sea: an enormous semicircular gate of light suspended over the water.
Purple-gold lightning coiled and darted around the gate, crackling and bursting. Thunder rolled without end, setting their eardrums buzzing.
Whenever purple lightning flashed, it revealed only chaotic darkness within the gate. No one could see what dangers lurked beyond it; only a wild, murderous aura poured out.
Cultivators murmured all around:
"That's the Hunting Secret Realm? It already feels this oppressive at the entrance. Once we're inside... I can't imagine how