Netherworld Valley was one of Firmament Star's Ten Forbidden Lands.
Of the Ten Forbidden Lands, the Ancient Battlefield was universally acknowledged to have the shortest history and pose the least danger. The other nine forbidden lands were all far more dangerous, and their histories were several times longer than the Ancient Battlefield's.
Netherworld Valley was shrouded in an eerie atmosphere year-round. Every cultivator who came here would have their mind eroded by a peculiar power. Since ancient times, few had ever walked out alive.
At that moment.
On a narrow path in Netherworld Valley, Saint King Changqin was making his way forward with utmost caution. His surroundings were frighteningly quiet, without even the chirp of an insect, and an intangible, eerie atmosphere enveloped him.
At some point, a fine layer of cold sweat had beaded on his forehead.
He felt his mind enduring immense torment, and eerie illusions flashed before his eyes from time to time.
He even saw Chu Kuangren suddenly appear before him.
Netherworld Valley could draw out the things people feared most deep within their hearts, and Chu Kuangren was precisely the person Saint King Changqin feared most now!
"Damn it. If this keeps up, these illusions will drive me mad. Netherworld Valley certainly deserves its name as a forbidden land. Even with my Saint King cultivation, I can't stay here long. I really don't know how those seniors managed to settle here. They're far too powerful."
Relying on his Saint King cultivation and mental fortitude, Saint King Changqin continued to hold on and walk forward.
Suddenly, he heard crows cawing.
Throughout his journey, he had not seen a single living creature in Netherworld Valley, yet now he heard the cries of crows.
Saint King Changqin's eyes lit up. "Have I found it?"
He headed toward the