Although the space within the Ancient City was considerably larger than the world outside, it had ultimately been created by a Dou Sheng, and its extent was limited.
In barely half an incense stick's time, Xiao Yan flew to the dried-up riverbed dividing yin and yang.
"If we go any farther, we'll be on the dark side." Xiao Yan stopped and looked up at the Yin-Yang Evil Saint floating overhead.
"I've heard that not a single person tainted by this place's aura has emerged unscathed. They all became machines that knew nothing but slaughter."
"Just go. Is this all the courage a proud prodigy of the Xiao Clan has?"
"Courage without brains makes you an idiot."
"Given my relationship with Shaobei, of course I'll keep you safe."
In the end, Xiao Yan chose to enter the dense, pitch-black fog.
Merely looking at that black fog could make a person agitated and stir up a savage urge to kill. He could hardly imagine how terrifying it would be to become tainted by it.
The moment he entered the black fog, Xiao Yan found darkness swallowing his vision, his field of sight shrinking drastically.
"Use your soul power. Your seventh-grade intermediate soul power should still be effective here." The Yin-Yang Evil Saint's voice sounded behind him.
Xiao Yan paused slightly, then released his immense soul power.
Although the black fog impeded his soul power upon contact, he could at least sense the space for nearly a hundred zhang around him.
"Follow the path ahead." The Yin-Yang Evil Saint's soul floated overhead, seemingly unafraid of the dense fog as he continued guiding Xiao Yan.
Yet as his soul power came into increasing contact with the black fog, Xiao Yan felt waves of savage, murderous emotion seeping into his soul.
Gradually, his eyes turned