When Lou Yi opened his eyes, he saw the surrounding rough gray stone walls curving upward, like being inside a Mongolian yurt made entirely of stone.
The air carried a scent completely different from the main world, a peculiar mixture of sulfur, rotting food, and mildew, pervading everywhere.
Standing up, Lou Yi noticed a change in gravity within the space, roughly thirty to forty percent heavier than in the main world.
Lou Yi bounced and moved back and forth in place for a while before finally adapting to the change.
This gravitational change wouldn’t cause any harm to his now powerful physique.
But it would bring so changes to strength and speed, and if not careful, he might suffer a great loss in battle.
Often during a contest between masters, victory or defeat depends on a hair’s breadth; details determine success or failure.
After stepping out of the stone house, Lou Yi saw many others coming out like him.
Among them,
Was an elderly man in a bright yellow Daoist robe, with a noble bearing;
A lovely female cultivator in a long dress with innocent and lively double topknots;
A body cultivator with muscles bulging like stones, with astonishing Qi-Blood;
And several huge monsters situated in a remote corner.
The people or demons in the Abyss ca from different regions of this world, certainly including the Northern Border, Central Continent, and Southern Demon Kingdom.
Although the Human Race and Demon Clan were mortal enemies in the outside world, they had a common enemy in the Abyss, so outwardly they maintained a facade of harmony.
Lou Yi, having done thorough research before coming, wasn’t surprised.
He was currently disguised as a Tier Six Body Cultivator, with a faint treasure glow emanating from the surface of his body, making him inconspicuous among the crowd, and his cultivation seed low.
The others around were either perfected Dao Foundation or Spirit Platform experts, with almost none weaker than him.
"The Abyss, after more than seventy years, here I am again, Uncle Hu is back!"
"Brother Cao, I didn’t expect to et you here, that’s great, we can look out for each other later."
"The concentration of Spiritual Qi here is significantly weaker than outside..."
Snippets of conversation were heard, but most people were silent, carefully observing their surroundings.
Lou Yi looked towards the vast unknown area not far from the stone dwelling, filled with hazy gray mist, hard to see through, appearing mysterious and eerie.
Within the gray mist, a colossal white stone monunt, hundreds of feet high, stood faintly visible, its surface covered with pockmarked holes, existing for an unknown age.
Engraved on it were four prominent black characters: Eternal—Suppression—Abyss.
"The Heaven Monunt, unchanged after all these years..."
Suddenly, a cold female voice echoed in Lou Yi’s mind.
He felt a stir and asked, "Ancient Friend, do you know the origin of this Heaven Monunt?"
The female voice naturally ca from Master Han Yue, Gu Qingyue, currently hiding within the hollow silver needle magical artifact Lou Yi wore.
However, after her comnt, she completely fell silent, ignoring Lou Yi’s question.
"This woman..." Lou Yi’s eyebrow twitched.
He knew that Gu Qingyue, as a dignified Golden Core Master, was forced out of You Qingyi’s body and must harbor resentnt, not easily dispelled in a short ti.
He stood quietly, waiting.
According to custom, today a Trench Patrol Guest would co to et these newcors.
However, after waiting for a long ti, no one erged from the Abyss, and so whispers began to rise around.
"Strange, why hasn’t the Trench Patrol Guest co yet?"
"Let’s wait a bit more, after all, so people haven’t been transmitted yet."
At that mont, from a hundred yards in the southwest direction, a sharp shout suddenly rang out:
"He Shuli, you traitor, you really fled here!
Do you think that entering the Abyss ans we can’t find you? Surrender imdiately and co back to Dafeng Kingdom with us!"
The crowd, disturbed by the commotion, looked towards the noise.
They saw four powerful cultivators, each wearing tight, arm-revealing blue robes, surrounding a rather handso young man in the center.
"Oh, you dare to strike in front of the Heaven Monunt?" The surrounded young male cultivator, looking about twenty, also wore a sleeveless black robe.
Although he risked being beaten up, he showed no sign of fear on his face.
"Hmph, don’t try to scare us! Taking you down won’t take many moves!" The only middle-aged female cultivator among the four, with high cheekbones and a an face, sneered incessantly.
Then, her eyes sharpened, revealing a murderous intent: "Form the array, don’t let him escape, finish this quickly!"
As soon as she spoke, a pair of delicate wings made of blue energy extended from behind each of the four, about three feet long, rapidly buzzing, lifting them into the air automatically.
anwhile, identical black formation flags appeared in their hands.
As Spiritual Essence poured in, a massive amount of semi-transparent energy erged from the flags, interconnecting.
Finally, forming a huge cubical cage, tightly confining the young black-robed male cultivator nad ’He Shuli’ within.
On the cage’s surface, rings of black lines seed to co alive, detaching like ropes, spiraling towards the young male cultivator, attempting to bind and capture him.
However, behind the young male cultivator also appeared a pair of blue energy-crafted wings, seemingly more delicate and with a more solid texture than those of the four.
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