Outside the ruins of the Profound Yin Palace, cold winds howled. Han Li moved like a phantom through jagged rocks and dead ancient trees, heading straight for the valley marked on his map as the location of the Yin Marrow Spirit Liquid. His cultivation had recovered to near the Foundation Establishment Late Stage, and his Profound Yin Fiend Qi had begun to take shape, bolstering his confidence considerably. Yet his expression remained grave. Danger lurked everywhere in this deathly silent sea region, and the appearance of the Profound Yin Sect Ruins suggested that its waters ran far deeper than they seemed. He could not afford anything less than utmost caution.
Rather than flying, he raced along the ground using Shadowstream Glimmer, circulating the Profound Yin Qi-Concealing Art to its limit until his aura blended perfectly with the surrounding nether gloom. The newly acquired Profound Yin Token in his hand grew faintly warm, subtly resonating with the map tucked against his chest and guiding his way.
Several hours later, a long, narrow valley shrouded in dense gray mist appeared before him. Its entrance was narrow, flanked by sheer cliffs that looked as though they had been sliced with a blade, their jagged rocks jutting menacingly. Mist churned within the valley, obscuring his vision. Even his divine sense vanished into it like a clay ox sinking into the sea, reaching less than a hundred zhang inside. According to the map, the Yin Marrow Spirit Liquid lay in a Cold Pool deep within the valley.
"Such heavy yin fiend energy... it can even block divine sense." Han Li stopped at the entrance, azure light flickering in his Profound Yin Spirit Eye as he tried to see through the mist, to little avail. The chill emanating from the valley was several times stronger than