The Extre Abyss, located ten thousand ters underground, was the place where the Bone Elder Association scholar Liu Pingyao and the Warrior had t with incidents.
Therefore, Zhou Xuan, acting with caution, did not directly reach the Extre Abyss, but instead, explored one segnt at a ti.
In the seven-thousand-ter section ahead, he traveled at an extrely fast speed, simultaneously releasing his Perception, penetrating the elusive space.
Perception connected Zhou Xuan and the Painter together,
The two almost advanced and retreated together.
"Sir, along this path, I haven’t sensed any aura of evil entities."
The unknown always brings greater fear, a fear that even surpasses "fear" itself.
Now, after traveling for a long ti in the Earth Abyss, they didn’t feel overly oppressed; instead, there was a sense of loneliness, like walking in an infinite starry sky, with no sound around, overly quiet, Zhou Xuan and the Painter could even easily hear their own breathing.
"We can’t let our guard down."
Zhou Xuan dared not retract his Perception, still maintaining its intense release.
His Perception scanned the surroundings at a high frequency—the traces left on the walls of the Earth Abyss.
Back when Liu Pingyao was digging deep into the Earth Abyss, he marked the depth, driving extrely long nails into the abyss wall at every thousand ters.
One nail represented one thousand ters.
And at the seven-kiloter point, the abyss wall had seven nails.
"Only three thousand ters to go, no trace of the Mountain Ancestor and evil entities yet."
Zhou Xuan sensed the depth marked by the nails and said to the Painter.
"Let’s continue forward."
The Painter said resolutely.
But Zhou Xuan declined the Painter’s suggestion and said, "I’ll move forward; you wait here."
"Why?" the Painter asked.
Zhou Xuan gazed into the depths of the abyss and said, "The remaining section is a bit eerie. My Perception probing forward is like a long probe slipping into a viscous mud pit, detecting nothing."
In the pitch-black abyss cave, Perception was the eyes of Zhou Xuan and the Painter. When the eyes were blinded, it was like a blind man walking at night—wandering.
"I am a Divine Soul, more concealed. It’s more suitable for to go ahead."
After finishing, Zhou Xuan distanced himself hundreds of ters from the Painter, moving ahead while the Painter stayed behind.
"Almost at eight thousand ters."
Zhou Xuan’s Perception, comparable to a God-level, rapidly shortened the detection distance in the Earth Abyss. Only when he was twenty or thirty ters away from the eight-thousand-ter mark did he clearly perceive the shape of the nail.
He moved forward again, and when his Divine Soul crossed the eight-thousand-ter Dao Nail—a strange scene appeared.
An unfamiliar slack sensation appeared on Zhou Xuan’s wrist.
This sensation was incredibly familiar to him, a sign of the Ancestor Tree link being forcibly severed.
Strong persistent murmuring flooded into Zhou Xuan’s ears.
"Yang beings, do not approach, hurry and return."
"Yang beings, do not approach, hurry and return."
Apart from these repeating words, he also heard the sound of a baby crying.
"Wah, wah, wah."
The crying was so agitated that even Zhou Xuan felt frustrated, and under the crying, his exceptional Perception faded away, unable to detect anything, not even able to extend beyond his body.
Zhou Xuan imdiately halted his Day Trip, hanging at the eight-thousand-ter point of the Earth Abyss.
The Painter also ignited the Tao Fla, ca out of the elusive space, and asked Zhou Xuan, "Sir, what happened?"
"Did you hear a baby crying?"
Zhou Xuan tilted his head and asked.
"Crying? No, I didn’t."
The Painter shook his head.
Zhou Xuan asked again, "Then the murmuring saying ’yang beings, do not approach,’ did you hear that?"
"Also no."
The Painter replied again.
"Is your Perception still there?" Zhou Xuan asked.
"It disappeared long ago."
The Painter said with a bitter smile.
Although both entered the Earth Abyss together, the difference in their performance was significant.
Zhou Xuan said, "Below eight thousand feet, there is sothing very peculiar. I heard a baby’s cry and whispering, which interfered with my Perception. If there are evil entities deep in the Earth Abyss, they shouldn’t be too far from us."
"Should we continue downward?"
The Painter asked again.
"Yes."
Zhou Xuan said, "I bring my true body here, and since Perception is ineffective, the remaining path relies solely on our own eyes and ears."
He was a Blood Well Spirit Communicator, and among Spiritualists, he was the one with the strongest Perception.
The Perception of Spiritualists was exceptionally powerful, and their five senses were also incredibly keen, with eyesight and hearing far exceeding ordinary people.
"Old Hua, retreat beyond the eight-thousand-foot mark. I will use Shifting Form."
Zhou Xuan had confird that the safe distance below the Earth Abyss was before eight thousand feet. If Old Hua retreated to eight thousand ters, his life would not be in danger.
The Painter, just like Zhou Xuan, followed suit.
And Zhou Xuan employed the technique of Shifting Form; during the waiting process, the Painter had a peculiar feeling—a sense of being protected.
After entering the Earth Abyss, Zhou Xuan led every situation, and this "Eight Incense" position was remarkably well-protected.
This sensation unexpectedly reminded the Painter of his youthful days when he first joined the Bone Elder Association.
At that ti, his teacher protected his growth with his own wings, just like Zhou Xuan today.
"Perhaps this is the charm of the great sir’s personality."
The Painter recalled various events, whether it was the Mingjiang Flood or the Mingjiang Xianhuo, Zhou Xuan seed to always appear in the most perilous places.
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