At the heart of the black forest, the ruined Profound Yin Palace stood in silence, like the skeleton of a monstrous beast, radiating an ancient pressure that chilled the heart. Han Li stood at the edge of the ruins, the Mysterious Bone Token burning hot and trembling against his chest. The point of light on the Star Map in his mind aligned perfectly with this place. He drew a deep breath, suppressed the turmoil within him, and pushed his Profound Yin Spirit Eye to its limit as he studied his surroundings.
Although the palace was badly ruined, its main structure remained, and he could faintly distinguish the outlines of the main hall and side halls. Its building material was neither metal nor stone, but a dark jade he had never seen before. Even after ten thousand years of erosion, it still emitted a faint spiritual light. The nether yin power lingering among the ruins was exceptionally pure, several times denser even than that in the cave housing the Profound Nether Yin Coffin. Yet it was also more chaotic and savage, carrying an aura of destruction. Incomplete remains lay scattered across the ground, some human, others belonging to demonic beasts. Their bones were all dark purple, as though some force had corroded them to death in an instant.
"This is no benign place. Powerful restrictions must still remain." Han Li's gaze grew solemn, and he dared not be careless in the slightest. Rather than entering directly, he slowly explored the perimeter of the ruins.
Sure enough, a hundred zhang from the main hall, he sensed an invisible barrier. His spiritual sense sank into it like a clay ox disappearing into the sea, and a needle-like pain stabbed at him. Extremely subtle spatial fluctuations and turbulent currents of fiend qi filled the