After the time it took to eat a meal, Xiao Yu had descended nearly ten thousand zhang beneath the vortex. The pressure of the spiritual energy had reached a terrifying level, and only Wei Wuya and Perfected Zhiyang could still follow beside him.
The Middle Nascent Soul cultivators who had wanted to watch the spectacle had long since been forced back to the sea's surface by the crushing spiritual energy.
Even now, Xiao Yu could continue his slow descent without bringing out any treasures to withstand the pressure.
Perfected Zhiyang summoned a hazy white flying sword, which transformed into a dazzling streak that circled his body, cutting through layer after layer of white spiritual energy as he descended alongside Xiao Yu.
Wei Wuya wielded a jade-green Jade Ruler, conjuring overlapping ruler phantoms that likewise easily broke through the layers of spiritual energy, keeping him level with the other two as they descended.
A short while later, after the three had descended another several hundred zhang, Perfected Zhiyang suddenly warned, "We're nearly there! Last time, this was where I lost confidence and decided not to go any farther."
"Oh? Is there some danger below?" Xiao Yu looked at him in puzzlement.
"You'll know once you go down and look!" The Daoist smiled, keeping him in suspense.
Xiao Yu said nothing and continued sinking.
After another few dozen zhang, a thick light screen suddenly appeared beneath their feet, radiating a dazzling, milky-white glow.
Seeing this, Xiao Yu stopped five or six zhang above the light screen.
Through it, he could see countless streams of demonic qi writhing below, occasionally surging upward, only to be firmly blocked by the light screen.
"This is... demonic qi! An ocean of demonic qi," Xiao Yu murmured, staring at the light screen.
"Indeed. Fellow Daoist Wei and