Treasure in the Underground Palace, Ridge Vein Mountain God

After venturing a few steps deeper, Chu Bai followed the stone platform and found a mechanism with his Divine Sense.

"So it was built later."

As he turned the mechanism one final time, the ground beneath his feet collapsed with a roar.

Chu Bai dropped like a swallow plunging into an abyss. In an instant, the wind whistling past his ears deepened from a clear shriek into a muffled thunder.

It was no natural wind, but the tremor of air compressed to an extreme.

The moment he reached the bottom, Chu Bai felt his flesh drag sharply downward. The space around him seemed to change from airy lightness to viscous glue; even the Spell Power circulating within him faltered for an instant.

Five times normal gravity!

"Hmph!"

Chu Bai grunted, and his bones rattled in a rapid burst like popping beans.

Had he not cultivated the Iron-Bone Body-Tempering Method to perfection, hardening his body enough to withstand a high-grade magic artifact, an ordinary Qi Refining cultivator would likely have been crushed to pulp by the sudden, terrifying pressure.

Thud!

His feet struck the ground heavily, and spiderweb cracks raced across the dark-gold stone slabs.

Chu Bai steadied himself. Protected by his Land God divinity, the Divine Sense he had cultivated through the Keep One Scripture to [Proficient] level spread like a tide against the crushing pressure.

"This place... looks rather like an ancient battlefield."

Before him lay a vast Underground Palace, its vaulted ceiling dozens of zhang high.

The walls were covered in savage claw marks and bottomless sword holes. The air no longer held the faint blue Baleful Intent found outside. Instead, it was thick with "Divine Fiend," a mixture of divine authority and overwhelming despair.

The aura was nauseating, yet carried a soul-stirring air of slaughter.

Buzzz—!

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