The temperature here is extrely high, to the point where the air in sight is distorted.
Just as Jun He feared, Baili An at this mont has a body devoid of bones, having a Heroic Spirit’s form.
The wildfire of the earth veins here is the eternal nesis of the Heroic Spirit, capable of forcibly trapping the boneless and fleshless soul within the fla-ridden river, denying it passage to the afterlife.
Once Baili An’s body can no longer endure it, it will be lted by the wildfire.
The souls that the Taiyin Emperor painstakingly gathered for him will be eternally cursed and sunk within.
The Nine Burnt Valley is easy to enter and hard to exit.
As soon as Baili An set foot on this scorched land, the scene behind him upon entering instantly disappeared, even if he looked back, he could not find the way he ca.
If one wishes to leave this Nine Burnt Valley, they must never look back; they can only continue deeper in to find the Eye of the Four Tablet Formation to leave.
During his journey, enduring the pain of his spirit platform being scorched, Baili An was unstinting in outwardly unleashing his Divine Sense.
He ticulously searched every inch of this land, looking for any trace of Yin Baishuang.
The Nine Burnt Valley is unlike the outside world, in this high-temperature-distorted space, there’s not a trace of the wildfire visible.
Occasionally, when the red sandy earth cracks open, clumps of wildfire burst out, flashing like embedded stars in the earth.
Though Baili An walked seemingly unhard on this land, every inch was like standing under direct sunlight.
Looking up, sotis one could see black eagles from the borders of the Central Netherworld circling above.
Just as they cross the boundary tablet’s line, their bodies burst into flas without fire and, within an instant, they are reduced to a wisp of smoke without a trace of residue.
Although this body devoid of Venerable Immortal bones was far less formidable than the Demon Body from three years ago,
It was nonetheless a body carefully crafted by the hand of the Taiyin Emperor, and after being nurtured by the Nine Nethers’ profound yin power for a full three years, his physique was, still, a notch stronger than that of a typical tribulation-transcending Immortal.
In the Nine Burnt Valley, holding on for a while was not that difficult.
Baili An traveled deeper and deeper into the Nine Burnt Valley; those in the tribulation-transcending realm with extraordinary Divine Sense could reach thousands of miles.
But here, the outwardly released Divine Sense was as limited as sugar dissipating into an endless sea.
At this mont, Baili An could barely detect a distance of ten miles with his Divine Sense, which was already the limit.
The Nine Burnt Valley, a land of extre death, is no re rumor.
As ti slowly passed, Baili An’s hair gradually beca dry and yellow, his face paler, almost transparent.
The light layer of profound white Taiyin aura surrounding him was also thinned by the surrounding Fla Power.
Yet Baili An still could not capture Yin Baishuang’s presence.
His calm and suppressed brow finally began to show hints of restrained irritability.
Against the Central Netherworld’s rebellion and the Tianxi’s shadow, he had calm yet thunderous thods.
Even at the National Governance Hall, the mont Ying Xiu revealed that Yin Baishuang was in danger, he still had astonishing insight to deduce her whereabouts.
Ninety percent!
Baili An was nearly certain that there was a ninety percent chance Yin Baishuang was in the Nine Burnt Valley.
But once he entered the valley, faced with the vast, boundless Nine Burnt Valley whose end was unknown, his sliver of released Divine Sense seed insignificant as a drop in the ocean.
When he began to lose track of her, the panic and unease within Baili An surged over him like a negative darkness.
He was not his usual self at all; usually, at such tis, everything should be observed in silence, avoiding impatience and anxiety.
But seeing the endlessly vast red world, Baili An couldn’t control the rising fiery impatience within.
His analysis and deductions were reasoned and well-grounded, with a minimal probability of error.
Yet, as ti went by, more and more absurd and terrifying thoughts incessantly plagued Baili An’s mind.
If... if it wasn’t ninety percent, and he had lost to that ten percent probability.
Yin Baishuang wasn’t here at all but was awaiting the arrival of death and darkness in another vicious trap set by Ying Xiu!
Images of the black eagle that ventured into the Forbidden Land and t its obliterating end... or perhaps, he had indeed co a step too late.
If not, why could he not find even a trace of her presence!
Those terrifying and shadowy emotions wrapped around Baili An’s heart like an evil ghost.
Just the thought of this wrong deduction’s consequences was enough to almost drive him to collapse.
The boundless red earth, no path howard, unease and fear cling like shadows.
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The sea of fire is endless, the other shore limitless.
Yin Baishuang did not know how long she had traversed this blazing chasm of Fla River; the scorching wind cut her face like a fiery blade, and her once snow-white skin was seared to a rosy red by the flas, her dry, cracked lips peeling and bleeding.
Looking up, neither sun nor moon, only ghost souls wailing all around.
She let her hands droop, pale fingers seemingly apathetic to the pain, brushing the surface of the fla-ford river, the Black Jade at her waist clinking softly, lonely.
The fierce fla of the river instantly burned her fingers into patches of mottled red, the flas streaming rapidly between her fingers.
She allowed the souls within the flas to slip through her fingers like water, like fine sand.
The long dormant Death Spirit souls in the fire, upon sensing a living aura, roiled like a flood, forming faces of varying emotions in the flas.
Their suppressed malevolent aura turned into ghostly evil spirits, clawing and tearing sinisterly at her vibrant red skirt, crying and laughing hideously.
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