From Menial Laborer to Immortal Venerable

If he became his disciple and True Lord Hong Chuan's descendant, his life would not be any worse than before. He presumably would not suffer the bleak disparity of people leaving and tea going cold.

After reminiscing for a moment, the group sped toward Yue West Immortal City.

Their journey was over. Next, they would return to Seatown Immortal City and continue fighting the Demon Race.

Five days later, when they reached the middle of the Quicksand Sea and were only a little over ten days' journey from Yue West Immortal City,

Suddenly—

Black mist swept in from the distant horizon.

It carried an evil aura as though it had surged forth from the netherworld, along with an eerie sensation that made one's hair stand on end.

Like endlessly churning thick ink, it blotted out the sky and covered every part of the view before Zhou Xun and the others.

It was as if everything had been swallowed by darkness. The once-bright sky turned dim and lightless, as though veiled by a black curtain.

Slowly, it pressed toward them.

Faint, strange ghostly lights flickered within the black mist, as if countless wicked eyes were spying upon them.

They brightened and dimmed like ghost fires, emanating a ghastly chill.

There were also waves of wailing ghosts and howling wolves, terrifying beyond measure.

Were a timid person present, they would likely have been scared to death on the spot.

"What is this?!" Profound Star True Lord could not help turning pale in shock.

His eyes widened as he stared gravely at the encroaching black mist. He had never seen such a bizarre sight before, and intense unease surged within him.

Thunder Prison True Lord and the others also wore solemn expressions. They stared fixedly at the black mist, secretly gathering their magic