The "Demon Burial" passage stretched into endless darkness.
After crossing the hall and routing the remnants of the demonic forces, Han Li, Tianjizi, and Xiang Zhili continued onward. The passage grew narrower, and the baleful aura of death thickened into an almost tangible black mist. Faint whispers, wails, and crazed laughter drifted through it, relentlessly battering the cultivators' minds. Grotesque murals began to appear on the stone walls on either side, depicting ancient demons, sacrificial rites, and savage battles. Their meaning was unclear, but they radiated an unsettling aura.
The Bone Slip's pull grew stronger and stronger. It even began to tremble slightly, as though resonating intensely with something ahead.
"We're almost there," Han Li said gravely, sensing the changes in the Bone Slip.
Xiang Zhili also dropped his joking manner, his expression turning somewhat solemn. "The spatial fluctuations ahead are unusually violent, and there's... a sense of lingering boundary membrane power. It seems that Buried Demon Abyss may be more than a place for suppressing demons."
Tianjizi's fingers moved ceaselessly through divination gestures, his brows tightly furrowed. "The heavenly secrets are in chaos, and baleful energy surges into the heavens. This is a place of terrible peril, but also tremendous opportunity. We must exercise the utmost caution."
After roughly another incense stick's worth of travel, the view suddenly opened up. The passage ended at the edge of an enormous cliff! Beneath it lay an endless abyss filled with churning, viscous black vapor, its bottom nowhere in sight. This was Buried Demon Abyss! Space warped above it, and the light was dim. Endless chill winds howled, whipping up waves of black vapor into strange vortices.
Across from the cliff, roughly a thousand zhang away, floated a magnificent, ancient, yet badly ruined black stone hall. It was built entirely from a