Some hundred feet above the white light barrier, Wei Wuya and Perfected Zhiyang were discussing something.
"Brother Zhiyang, didn't you say that the deeper one went into this Demonic Qi Abyss, the stronger its demonic influence and pressure became, and the more magic power one had to expend to resist them? Fellow Daoist Xiao has been down there for so long, yet there's still no sign of him. Surely he hasn't become trapped inside?" Wei Wuya asked Perfected Zhiyang with his hands clasped behind his back and a puzzled look on his face.
"What do you mean by that, Brother Wei? Do you think this humble Daoist was lying?" Perfected Zhiyang's expression darkened, and his voice carried a hint of displeasure.
"Hehe, please don't misunderstand, Brother Zhiyang. I meant nothing of the sort. I merely feel that if things really are as you described, Fellow Daoist Xiao's situation is far too unusual. Could he possess an inexhaustible supply of magic power?" Wei Wuya said with a faint smile.
"That, I don't know. In any case, everything I said is absolutely true. Even with all my strength, I could only descend a little over a thousand feet into the Demonic Qi Abyss. If you don't believe me, you're welcome to try it yourself.
"As for why Fellow Daoist Xiao can remain down there for so long, I imagine he has some other supernatural ability that allows him to resist the demonic qi temporarily. After all, extraordinary cultivation arts and secret techniques emerge endlessly in the cultivation world. A secret technique with such an ability ought to exist," Zhiyang said mildly, his expression easing.
What he did not know was that his offhand remark had actually struck upon the truth.
"Speaking of cultivation arts, it seems that Fellow Daoist Xiao practices a