The fiercely cutting blood baleful intent surrounding Qing Chen vanished without a trace in an instant, like the sea at ebb tide.
His inky-black escape light swiftly receded, becoming a faint gray mist that tightly shrouded his terrifyingly powerful aura.
He changed into a black robe patterned with gray, its cuff demon runes dull and utterly unremarkable;
at first glance, he looked no different from the low-ranking Demon Guards of the Demon Lotus Sect.
Even his steps deliberately slowed, taking on a wooden sluggishness, entirely stripped of the Blood River Old Devil's usual piercing, intimidating presence.
The blackwood boat silently entered the waters surrounding Wuji Island.
The geomagnetic power here grew ever denser, making the hull tremble slightly.
Even the iron rings on the deck seemed to have a fine layer of magnetic sand clinging tightly to them, giving off a peculiar aura.
This truly is an exceptional holy ground for practicing the Magnetic Origin Spell, Qing Chen mused, sweeping his gaze around.
Checkpoints dotted the waters surrounding Wuji Island, forming a vast net.
Fortunately, Han Shi was leading the way.
Second Elder Xuangu had already given word beforehand. The cultivators at the Infinite Extremity Devil Palace's checkpoints merely glanced at the command token Xuangu had given Han Shi and let them through without hesitation.
After passing through four checkpoints at sea in this manner, Qing Chen and the others finally set foot on Wuji Island.
They hurried onward, transferring to teleportation formations without the slightest delay.
Several hours later, they finally reached the mountain gate.
In the distance, two blackstone demon statues loomed indistinctly in the mist.
"Sect Master, the mountain gate is just ahead." Han Shi shifted slightly sideways and cautiously transmitted his voice.
At the same time, he drew an ink-black command token from inside his robe.