The crack remained as black as ink, its edges as smooth as a mirror, emitting no light and emitting no fluctuations of energy, as quiet as an ordinary rock fissure.

Yet this seemingly ordinary crack has devoured the lives of countless ghost cultivators.

He held his breath, channeled the power of chaos, and spread his divine sense outwards.

The power of chaos is the source of all things, and it can perceive all the laws and auras of the world. However, the moment his divine sense touched the crack, it was like a mud ox entering the sea, instantly swallowed up, without transmitting any information back.

Chen Ping felt a chill run down his spine. This crack was indeed extraordinary, as it could actually block divine sense from probing.

Just then, a soft footstep sound came from afar.

Chen Ping immediately withdrew his divine sense and lay motionless in the Yin Spirit Grass.