Darkness!
That same familiar darkness!
Su Ping's expression was calm, without the slightest ripple. He seemed to have anticipated this scene long ago; he had already expected this murky world.
Boundless, cold Undead-type energy pressed against his body.
After all, he still had a body of flesh and paper. He was purely human, and the vitality of human flesh was, in essence, the absolute antithesis of the undead.
Under these circumstances, such rejection was only normal.
The other pet beasts that entered, such as Little Flame, Xiao Qing, and even Feifei, experienced something similar.
Only Qianyi and Little Crow, Yaya, felt nothing.
There was no need to elaborate on the former. To others, this place was a forbidden zone for life, but to Qianyi, it was exactly like coming home.
As for Yaya, Chaos Flame could absorb and refine any energy, putting everything to its own use. The negative energy of the Undead type was no exception.
Thus, Yaya felt nothing either.
Perhaps the only thing that affected them was the ever-present spatial pressure and rejection.
Su Ping paid it no mind. He could feel that as the Heavenly Tomb Mark appeared in his soul again, it began calling to him once more.
And this time, unlike the previous Heavenly Tomb, there was no ceaseless sword chime within.
Without the sword chime, there was naturally no wearing down and tempering of the soul.
But Su Ping soon noticed how it differed from the Heavenly Tomb in Beiyuan Province.
The erosion from the undead aura surrounding him was far more extreme and terrifying.
That undead energy seemed to gouge a piece of flesh from him with every stir.
Su Ping knew that this was the source of this Soul Furnace.
The Heavenly Tomb in Beiyuan Province tempered the souls of those