Had his Divine Sense not sensed something amiss and prompted him to skirt that area, he would have been the one surrounded by eight Nascent Soul Middle Stage skeletal ghost claws.
Even merely defending himself would have consumed a great deal of True Essence. In this Spirit-Severing Land, True Essence was life: every bit spent was a bit gone, and replenishing it was far from easy.
After all, if he exhausted his True Essence, how could he cast a Magnetic Origin Spell to break through the Spirit-Severing Qi? Replenishing his Spiritual Qi would then be difficult.
"That was close."
Qing Chen drew a deep breath and continued taking the long way around.
The eight skeletal claws kept grasping for quite some time. Only after seemingly realizing they could catch nothing did they slowly withdraw underground.
The ground returned to its original state, the cracks closed, and black mist welled out once more.
It was as though nothing had happened.
Three days later.
In the Nine Netherworlds Forbidden Grounds, the gray-black wasteland still stretched as far as the eye could see.
Qing Chen flew close to the ground, keeping his speed very low, about that of an ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivator outside. There was no helping it. This damned place imposed considerable suppression, had plenty of spatial rifts, and harbored many strange things. The slightest lapse in attention could send him stumbling.
Silvery-white radiance flowed around him as Primal Magnetism Divine Light swept out a path several hundred zhang ahead.
Wherever the light passed, hidden rifts appeared, each about the length of a finger.
"Just how devastating a battle was it, to leave cracks in space that haven't faded in ten thousand years?"
"Even more sickening than Primordial Magnetic Origin Mountain."
Qing Chen skirted the rifts and flew onward. Three