Bustling Spirit-Severing Abyss. After leaving the Cinder Wasteland, Shen Yun did not pause for even a moment. With a single step, he leaped straight into the Spirit-Severing Abyss.
His speed was naturally beyond comparison to the likes of Lu Chen. In less than the time it took to burn an incense stick, he had arrived in the depths of the abyss.
"What a fine place."
Shen Yun stood with his hands behind his back and surveyed his surroundings.
The dense Death Qi that blanketed the sky and earth not only failed to make him frown, but instead drew a satisfied nod from him.
Now that his Seven Daos had been completed, all he lacked was enough Yin and Yang Origin to undergo ultimate sublimation, break through two Immortal Realms in one stroke, and forge a myth unseen since time immemorial.
"With the concentration of Death Qi here, it should barely suffice."
What others saw as a forbidden zone where death was certain was, to him, a cultivation treasure land encountered once in ten thousand years.
The moment he came to a stop, Shen Yun wasted no more time. The Creation Furnace appeared with a thunderous roar.
Whoosh—
The Death Qi filling the sky seemed drawn by a vortex, turning into a towering black waterfall that surged back in unison and poured into the furnace.
With a sweep of Shen Yun's large sleeve, a dark torrent surged from his palm. Its blackness was unfathomably deep, as though it had devoured every last trace of light. It was precisely that Extreme Yin Dark Matter.
"When yin reaches its end, yang is born; withered wood meets spring."
With a clear cry, the Creation Furnace began to display its might. Its rumble was like thunder from the Primordial Era, making the entire abyss buzz