At that moment, Lin Fan had solidified his foundations. Whenever he wished, he could ascend to a higher level of attainment.
"Hm?!"
But just then, he frowned and stopped cultivating, as though he had sensed something.
With a splash, he shot up from the bottom of the pool and emerged outside, his body rapidly expanding to its normal size.
"This is bad. Has she encountered something sinister?"
Lin Fan swept his gaze around. Qingyi was nowhere to be seen; only a black fissure remained where she had stood, on the verge of closing.
Whoosh!
Without hesitation, he took a step and charged inside, entering that mysterious fissure to bring her back.
This was an Ancient Road, gray and hazy within, silent and cold, vast beyond measure. No one knew where it led.
All around lay pitch-black darkness without a trace of light, as though one more step would send him plunging forever into its oppressive depths.
Those pitch-black regions could not be probed or even gazed into. Even his divine sense was suppressed, filling him with unease and dread.
Faintly, Lin Fan even heard beasts roaring. The sound made his hair stand on end despite his being a Cult Master, yet he pressed forward without faltering.
Generally, whenever cultivators encountered the Ominous Force, they fled as though they could never get far enough away, for everyone who had fallen into it since ancient times had vanished.
It was something profoundly sinister, like a man-devouring abyss. Anyone who took that step never appeared again!
For this reason, very few had ever cultivated immortal qi. Most perished at this hurdle.
"Where am I... The Ominous Force has struck... Will I ever see him again?" Qingyi murmured as though in a dream.
After being sucked inside, she had lost her way completely and