Bai Yi glanced at Chen Fuye, who had not looked back, and slightly bowed to express his gratitude.
He tucked the two Talisman Tokens in his hand into his Storage Ring, then rode his sword, transforming into a brilliant Sword Light as he flew toward the utterly dark world on the other side of the cliff.
The boundless expanse of darkness was as though the sun and moon had fallen together, without a trace of light.
Bone-chilling, freezing black tide mist filled the air, carrying waves of corrosive power in its viscous depths.
If Bai Yi's cultivation had not already surpassed the Golden Core stage and given birth to a Living Soul Nascent Soul, then even with his exceptional Divine Sense, it would have been compressed into an extremely narrow area by the corrosive Black Tide Mistwater.
"No wonder even Rogue Cultivators who have put life and death behind them only venture into the Forbidden Grounds to take a chance once they reach the Nascent Soul Realm."
Feeling the boundless Black Tide Mistwater in his Divine Sense, roiling like boiling water, Bai Yi's expression turned slightly grave.
In an instant, his previously scattered Divine Sense transformed into countless sharp edges, slashing out in every direction.
Wherever those sharp edges passed, the Black Tide Mistwater, which had been as difficult to penetrate as a swamp, parted as easily as paper.
As the Sword Intent contained in his Divine Sense tore through it, the corrosive aura kept dissipating outward. In the blink of an eye, an area spanning hundreds of thousands of kilometers was revealed.
The Black Tide Mistwater dissipated.
A valley of jagged rocks and steep cliffs, black as inkstone, with wisps of corrosive white smoke drifting above it, came into Bai Yi's view.
"Thirty-odd thousand kilometers is the limit..."
Bai