In the subterranean abyss of the Blackstone Great Rift.
Dressed in close-fitting black martial attire, Ye Tianming strolled leisurely ahead with his hands tucked inside his robes.
Beneath his feet, a shadow as black as ink rose like smoke, spreading through a space more than a hundred zhang across. Wang Ran, Fang Ming, and the other two followed at a careful distance, wary that he might shake them off and suddenly escape, yet unwilling to draw too close for fear of a surprise attack.
Over these past days, however, their advantage in numbers had allowed them to take turns resting and recovering, leaving them far more at ease than Ye Tianming.
They even had Wu Qiyang and the others ready to support them, and could summon Fang Qianyuan's projection manifestation again if necessary.
"We've searched this area so many times already. Has he still found nothing?"
"Could we actually have to cross into the Demon Realm?"
Watching Ye Tianming continue forward without a word, they exchanged glances and discussed the matter in low voices.
Message-Transmitting Insects attached to their ears allowed them to receive one another's words.
Over the past few days, they had followed Ye Tianming through every abyssal crevice at the bottom of this stretch of the Blackstone Great Rift.
This was a cavern in the void that a mighty expert had once blasted open. At its bottom, aside from the Otherworld gate leading directly to the Demon Realm, there were numerous small, warped spaces. Some were inexplicably chaotic fragments of the void, while others were relatively stable.
The Flying Immortal Records that both Fang Qianyuan and Ye Tianming sought were most likely hidden in one of these pockets of the void.
But they might also have drifted into the Otherworld and been swept over to the Demon