After Hun Changqing and Hai Bodong had flown for several days, the endless, monotonous mountain ranges below suddenly began to thin out. Looking into the distance, they saw a pitch-black plain at the edge of their vision, like a black line that completely divided the world within from the world outside.
Ahead lay their destination, the Black-Corner Great Plains. Realizing they were nearing their goal, both abruptly accelerated, shooting toward the black plain.
The valley stretched as far as the eye could see, a monotonous expanse of black beneath a somewhat dim sky. Outside it, jagged rocks loomed, dark and eerie, while wisps of cold rose from the blackish-brown earth.
Silence reigned outside the valley, without the slightest sound. An oppressive, sinister atmosphere hung over it.
Suddenly, two figures appeared above the silent valley: an old man dressed in an ornate blue brocade robe and a man shrouded entirely in black robes.
"Is this the place?"
Hun Changqing looked down at the immense gorge, whose boundaries lay beyond sight, and the eerie white bones outside it, packed densely across an unknown number of miles. Whether they belonged to humans or beasts, he could not tell. He turned to Hai Bodong beside him and asked.
"Yes, my lord. I will never forget this place for as long as I live. It looks exactly as it did when I came here in my youth. Not a thing has changed."
"Mm."
After giving Hai Bodong a faint acknowledgment, Hun Changqing led him slowly down from the dark, gloomy sky.
Hun Changqing could faintly sense the terrifying yin qi emanating from the gorge's center, an unknown distance away. Though it was not as cold as his supreme yin true qi, it was exceedingly strange.
Moreover, that yin qi was subtly eroding and dismantling