Outside the Ancient Demon Corpse-Refining Cavern.
Having received the Profound Yang Blood Amber and Cultivation Pills, the Soul Hall Master acted as though he had been granted a blessing from heaven. He immediately found a relatively safe corner, sat cross-legged, and began healing and regulating his breath without hesitation.
To him now, Ji Yuan's orders were supreme decrees. Once he recovered, finding traces of Bone Demon's Nascent Soul would be his first priority.
Ji Yuan wasted no more time. He turned and slipped back through the damaged barrier of light around the Ancient Demon Corpse-Refining Cavern.
The scene inside remained unchanged.
The remnants of the fierce battle had yet to settle, and a nauseating stench hung in the air.
Pits scarred the ground. Broken stone coffins lay scattered among several pools of strangely colored filth.
Ji Yuan barely spared the wreckage a glance. His gaze went to the depths of the cavern, where the Silver-Armored Corpse King had disappeared.
There, near the base of the rock wall, a deep opening lay hidden behind thick shadows and roiling corpse qi.
The opening stood roughly twenty feet high and over ten feet wide. Its jagged edges looked as though they had formed naturally before being worked by hand.
At that moment, wisps of bone-chilling, gray-white corpse qi flowed out of it like living things.
Ji Yuan did not hesitate. His figure blurred, and he drifted soundlessly into the opening like smoke merging with shadow.
The moment he entered, the temperature plunged.
The passage did not run straight. It sloped steeply downward.
The air was stagnant, the silence deathly. Only Ji Yuan's faint footsteps and the rustle of his robes echoed through the passage, making it feel all the deeper and more oppressive.
After about a thousand feet, he reached a fork.
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