Shen Luo stood in silence for a moment, then continued flying forward.
This place was too strange, and his divine sense could only probe a tiny area, so he flew very slowly.
He flew for a full quarter of an hour without any change in his surroundings or any attacks from Yin Beasts or other monsters. This eased his mind somewhat, and he considered picking up speed.
Just then, a splashing sound suddenly came from ahead, as though there was a body of water nearby.
Shen Luo raised an eyebrow and sped up slightly. A stretch of black water soon appeared before him.
This body of water was likewise vast and boundless, with wisps of black mist floating over its surface, giving the place an unreal air.
He propelled his flight light closer to examine it, but the magic power throughout his body suddenly seized up. He could not circulate even a fraction of it, and he plummeted from midair like an ordinary mortal.
Shen Luo was horrified. Just as he was about to fall into the black water below, he abruptly twisted his body, curling his waist like a shrimp while his feet rapidly stamped against the air.
Although his magic power had inexplicably become immobile, the strength of his resilient body, cultivated through the Huangting Scripture, remained. Kicking against the air, he shot diagonally away with a whoosh and landed on the ground beside the water.
Shen Luo frowned slightly and looked down at the black water.
This water could actually seal magic power. Falling straight into it would certainly be no good thing.
Once he had recovered from the fright, he found that nothing else was amiss apart from his inability to use magic power. Rather than rushing away, he began examining the strange black waters before