Before the mist in the Northern Domain of the Seventeenth Heaven had lifted, Qingqiu personally took Chen Ping and Guiyuanzi, stepping on the morning dew, heading straight for the deepest part of Ten Thousand Demons Ridge, the entrance of the Ancient Soul Forest.
Along the way, myriad demons lay low, spiritual birds folded their wings, and the air was filled with an ancient and eerie aura of divine soul. Even Guiyuanzi, a third-rank Golden Immortal expert, couldn’t help but look serious, not daring to relax for a moment.
The entrance to the Primordial Soul Forest was hidden in a canyon deep within the Wanyao Ridge. It was not an ordinary passage, but a massive stone gate standing for a thousand years.
The stone gate was about ten zhang high and five zhang wide, built entirely from unknown mysterious black stones. The stone surface was smooth as a mirror, yet densely carved with ancient soul clan runes.
The runic patterns twisted and turned like rushing rivers, or like entwined spirit snakes. In the dim canyon, a faint blue light flickered, radiating an ancient majesty and eeriness, as if silently warning intruders of the dangers everywhere.
Beneath the stone gate, two demon clad in black beast armor stood quietly. Their figures were as upright as pines, their expressions solemn and icy, their auras condensed—both at the ninth rank of the True Immortal Realm.
He gripped a pitch-black spear tightly, its tip gleaming coldly, guarding the stone gate entrance with determination, not even blinking his eyelids, like two emotionless statues.
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