Although Devilfall Valley was called a "valley," it spanned a full hundred thousand li.
The valley's surroundings and skies were covered in layer upon layer of restrictions laid down by ancient cultivators and ancient demons. Each was extraordinarily powerful, and all were interlinked-tug one hair and the whole body would move. Forcing a way through them was simply impossible.
The valley's entrance was a narrow passage a hundred zhang wide and several dozen li long.
At the outermost end of the passage stood an ordinary-looking gap between the mountains. Above it, gray clouds churned and spiritual energy surged, producing a dazzling array of multicolored phenomena that made anyone who saw them inwardly shudder.
One day, five years after the border war, the miasma in the Ten Thousand Ridges Mountain Range had dispersed, and the space rifts inside Devilfall Valley had entered a relatively stable period. It was an ideal day to enter the valley.
Large numbers of cultivators had gathered within ten li of the entrance, including a group from the Ghost Spirit Sect, Wei Wuya, Divine Master Zhong and his party from the Mulan People, several Nascent Soul cultivators from other sects, and hundreds of Core Formation cultivators.
Moreover, the powerful divine senses that appeared from time to time revealed that many Nascent Soul old monsters were hiding in various corners, unwilling to show themselves.
Whether out in the open or concealed in the shadows, all of them carefully watched the movements of the group at Devilfall Valley's entrance.
These were disciples of the Ghost Spirit Sect, roughly a hundred in all. Their leader was a middle-aged man with striking, imposing features: Wang Tiansheng, the Ghost Spirit Sect's master, whose cultivation was at the middle Nascent Soul stage. Beside him stood two other Nascent Soul cultivators, one at the