The Late-stage Nascent Soul Great Cultivator would naturally not co to the Ancient Demon Hall.
In the shadowy corner, Xu Ping slowly withdrew his gaze, a hint of solemnity also appearing deep in his eyes.
"Indeed, under the renowned na there are no idle individuals... This person’s Divine Sense is sharp, nearly reaching the threshold of Late-stage Nascent Soul."
"If not for the dual concealnt of the Thousand Illusion Concealing Pearl and the ’Thousand chanism Skill’, that mont of probing just now might have already locked onto ," Xu Ping mused inwardly.
Observing closely at just this person’s Divine Techniques and hidden cards, even if I wanted to slay him, it would be imnsely difficult.
However, as long as he doesn’t proactively provoke , Xu Ping naturally won’t find trouble with him.
...
In the blink of an eye, five days have passed.
The entrance leading to this place gradually stopped transporting newcors.
Even for the entire last day, not a single silhouette was seen.
The atmosphere inside the hall, from initially restless and uneasy, gradually settled into a suffocating silence and heaviness.
So Golden Core cultivators with unstable minds began to feel sowhat restless.
While the Nascent Soul cultivators, each with a composed aura, eyes sharp as hawks, silently adjusted their states.
Another half-day passed.
Buzz!
A muffled roar ca from the entrance of the hall.
The light gate, originally flickering with spatial fluctuations, was abruptly sealed shut by a dense layer of hazy white glow.
On top of the glow, countless ancient and mysterious runes cycled, emanating a heart-palpitating power of confinent.
The exit was blocked!
It can only be opened after a year!
Upon witnessing this, many cultivators did not show any panic on their faces, instead revealing a hint of desire and greed.
"Boom..."
However, the changes in the hall were not over; just at the far end, the originally flat pitch-black floor suddenly began a violent tremble.
Several gigantic slabs slowly descended and shifted, revealing underneath a complex array of engraved patterns.
Brilliant, dazzling white Spiritual Power shot into the sky, illuminating half of the hall as if it were daylight!
A Teleportation Array of about a dozen feet in size, constructed entirely from so unknown silver-white tal, appeared before everyone’s eyes.
The array patterns were profound and complex, emitting intense spatial fluctuations.
"Teleportation Array!"
In an instant, countless fervent, greedy, and longing gazes fixated tightly on that Teleportation Array.
However, bizarrely, although everyone wished to rush up at once, not a single person dared to recklessly move.
Everyone’s gaze coincidentally focused on the upright figure in the moon-white star-patterned robe — Sikong Ziyan.
Sikong Ziyan’s expression remained cold, seemingly oblivious to the countless gazes concentrated on him.
In the next mont, his figure flickered, like a thin stream of light, first stepping into the range of the Teleportation Array.
The white glow suddenly intensified, completely engulfing his figure!
With his disappearance, the stagnant atmosphere within the hall was instantly ignited!
"Go!"
The Nascent Soul cultivators moved first, followed by the Golden Core cultivators gradually joining.
Seeing this, Xu Ping’s eyes glowed brightly, without any hesitation, transforming into a stream of light, silently slipping into the array, disappearing.
...
Xu Ping’s eyes opened wide, two sharp as lightning glints piercing through the surrounding gray haze.
In his view was an extrely desolate valley.
Jagged rocks, like the decaying bones of giant beasts, were piled up haphazardly.
The ground was a swamp with a shiny black sheen, occasionally bubbling up, releasing a foul stench.
The sky was thoroughly shrouded by endless gray-white fog, so thick it couldn’t be dispersed, isolating the sun, slowly moving while vaguely transforming into countless painful and twisted ghostly faces.
"Woo!!"
The cold wind howled, stirring the fog, bringing waves of piercing cold, mixed with countless fragnted, sharp, and venomous cries full of resentnt and agony.
Ordinary Golden Core cultivators here may end up terrified to the point of trembling.
"Ghost Spring Valley?"
Xu Ping raised his brow slightly, a trace of surprise flashing in his eyes, "The teleportation actually landed in this place... which saves so trouble searching."
His Divine Sense spread like a tide, instantly sensing the almost tangible dense Yin Demon ghost aura in the area, and... the hidden within the fog, countless ferocious presences.
Among them, several were even profound and mighty, reaching the Fourth Rank level.
Ghost Spring Valley, a notorious place surrounding the Ancient Demon Hall.
Golden Core Ghost Kings are countless, and Fourth Rank Ghost Monarchs are not scarce.
Even a Mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator mistakenly entering here, if slightly weaker in skills or unlucky, could face the danger of being trapped by several Ghost Monarchs, risking death.
"Ah!"
Just at this mont, a tragic, hopeless scream pierced through the ghostly cries of the valley, sharply cutting into Xu Ping’s ears.
He turned his head indifferently.
Only to see, next to the black swamp not far away, two Golden Core cultivators were besieged by seven or eight grotesque creatures ford entirely of pure ghost aura, known as "Jin Sha Ghost Kings."
Those Ghost Kings either had fierce faces and sharp teeth or long tongues reaching to the chest, or were covered in oozing blood, tearing with ghostly claws that carried the power of corroding Spiritual Power and devouring life souls.
The young male cultivator’s Protective Magical Treasure had long lost its luster, accidentally being pierced through the chest by a ghost king’s claw.
He didn’t even have ti to let out a second scream before his entire body, blood, and soul, were sucked dry by the Ghost King in one bite, leaving only a shriveled human skin drifting down.
Beside him, the beautiful female cultivator paled as paper, holding a jade ruler Magical Treasure, struggling left and right, its glow flickering urgently, clearly on the verge of eting the sa fate.
The surrounding fog churned, more Ghost Kings attracted by the scent of blood sward in, their ghostly figures crowding around, sealing off all her routes of escape.
Just as she closed her eyes, ready to face death—
Whoosh!
A tiny yet extrely sharp black beam of light, like a fingertip of death, silently skimd through the void!
Where the black beam passed, the seven or eight Jin Sha Ghost Kings charging towards the female cultivator suddenly froze.
On their grotesque ghost faces, before fear could even manifest, their enormous ghostly bodies seed grabbed by an invisible giant hand.
Puff! Puff! Puff!
Those seven or eight ferocious Jin Sha Ghost Kings were instantly crushed and annihilated by that black beam, transforming into the purest Yin Demon ghost aura, whisked away by the black beam.
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