Deep within the Burial God Abyss, demonic mist swirled through deathly silence.
Shattered dark mountains and rivers, congealed lakes of black blood, and resentment and killing intent that had lingered in the void for countless ages made this seem like a place of certain death.
Ye Tian walked through the decay and ruin, his white robes purer than snow.
Chaos Aura swirled around him, keeping every trace of dark mist at bay and leaving him spotless.
Behind him, Huang Ruoxi, Su Qinglian, Luo Ningshuang, and Xiao Yan followed closely, each brimming with restrained divine radiance and a formidable aura.
Clearly, they too had gained much from their earlier trials, advancing their cultivation further.
As they looked at the figure leading the way, their eyes held absolute trust.
The memory fragments extracted from the Nether Evil God King Imprint guided Ye Tian like a lighthouse in the darkness.
They crossed distorted rifts in space and time, avoiding several natural death formations that could devour even a True God's divine sense.
They stopped before a seemingly ordinary mountain hollow formed from countless massive black boulders.
The hollow was terrifyingly silent. Even the omnipresent demonic energy grew sluggish and thin as it flowed here.
No magnificent gateway stood at its entrance, only a hazy Light Screen, its dim glow nearly blending into the surroundings.
Countless tiny, tadpole-like ancient runes flowed slowly across the Light Screen. Though seemingly peaceful, they radiated a heart-stopping sealing power, as if separating two worlds.
"This is it. The entrance to the Myriad Transformations Source Eye."
Chaos Aura flashed through Ye Tian's eyes as he instantly saw through the nature of the restriction.
It was an exceedingly ancient Nine Hells Sealing Boundary Art, containing a power of utter yin and deathly stillness.
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