"Are the Inner Hall and Outer Hall connected at the immortal restriction? This place might not just be as simple as the Inner Hall's immortal restriction—it connects to the immortal formation of the entire Hall of Seven Kills," Qin Sang surmised.
Though he could see the silhouette of the Heaven Tower, he stood where he was, not daring to move recklessly.
Not only were their surroundings filled with perilous rosy haze, but the heaven and earth origin qi was also exceptionally turbulent. Qin Sang suspected that the moment he stepped outside the corridor, he would be reduced to ashes in an instant.
'If nothing unexpected happens, the ancient teleportation formation should be here, though I don't know where it is located. If I can determine the position of the ancient teleportation formation and find a way there, I won't necessarily have to seek an audience with Senior Qingzhu.'
Back then on the eighth floor of the Heaven Tower, the demonic soul avatar had clearly held the upper hand. Senior Qingzhu had dared not leak the slightest secret, unable even to leave behind anything to transmit a message.
Ning Wuhui had only cultivated an external Nascent Soul. Could he really help Senior Qingzhu suppress the demonic soul?
Qin Sang was very doubtful.
If he had the ability to help Senior Qingzhu recover, Qin Sang would naturally be glad to help; he was currently cultivating the Killing Talisman comprehended by Senior Qingzhu, which was tantamount to inheriting his mantle.
Forming good karma with Senior Qingzhu held hundreds of benefits and not a single harm for him, and returning together to the Xiaohan Realm would be even better.
Yet if Senior Qingzhu slipped up and failed to suppress the demonic soul avatar, Qin Sang might suffer calamity instead.
It all depended on what contingency Senior Qingzhu had arranged.
Qin Sang looked around and saw no other ordinary white jade corridors, only the one beneath his feet.
At this moment, Ning Wuhui called out to him and walked deeper into the white jade corridor. Qin Sang put away his stray thoughts and hastily followed.
***
Deep within the Secluded Valley.
A group was traversing the mountains and ridges inside the valley.
The demon kings each displayed their own methods to resist the virulent poison.
When they had just crossed the mountain pass and entered the Secluded Valley, before them lay a boundless gobi desert. Following the Flood Dragon King's senses, they searched their way along as the terrain began to change, leading them into deep mountains.
Upon the carapace of the shell-backed burly man, the phantom of a Black Tortoise emerged, its interior resembling a miniature world. The Black Tortoise phantom surfaced from the water, extending its long neck to gaze at the heavens, its maw puffing rhythmically as it respired.
With each respiration, it expelled a peculiar breath.
The breath surged out from the tortoise shell and turned into a stream of water, ultimately forming a watery barrier that blocked out the virulent poison. However, the glowing barrier was also tainted by toxins, with wisps of black qi sinking into it.
Two demon kings who were just recovering from serious injuries stayed close to the burly man's side, using the shelter of the water barrier to hurry their recovery.
The Flood Dragon King appeared far more relaxed. Golden light shimmered all over him, as though cast into a golden body. Sizzling sounds came from the edges of the golden glow as the virulent poison was scorched away by the light, unable to draw near.
The Nine Phoenix King followed the Flood Dragon King, flakes of golden light falling over her as well.
"The direction we're heading in should be the way out of the Secluded Valley, right? Truly strange—how is it that the further out we go, the fiercer the poison gets?"
The shell-backed burly man formed an incantation gesture. The Black Tortoise's respiration sped up a notch, thickening the barrier.
Somewhat impatient, he grumbled in a muffled voice.
"The information that can be found regarding the Secluded Valley is limited. It seems Brother Hei is still resisting it with ease, so there is no need to worry. No matter how powerful the virulent poison is, it has its limits. I can sense that we are getting closer and closer to the true dragon's remains."
The Flood Dragon King tightly gripped the dragon bone in his hand, his tone tinged with excitement.
The greatest danger in the depths of the Secluded Valley came from the colorless, odorless virulent poison, but compared to the other side of the mountain range, it paled in comparison. They were all Transformation stage great demons; even if they ran into ferocious beasts looking for trouble after entering the Secluded Valley, they could resolve the threat swiftly, and they had not suffered any further losses.
The demon kings conferred briefly and decided to quicken their pace.
With the Flood Dragon King and Nine Phoenix King clearing the way in front and the shell-backed burly man bringing up the rear, they darted swiftly through the mountains. After crossing countless ridges, the silhouette of a sky-piercing colossal peak suddenly leaped into view.
The Flood Dragon King's figure couldn't help but pause. He stared at the colossal peak, his eyes shifting with fluctuating expressions.
"This mountain!"
The shell-backed burly man was startled.
After entering the Hall of Seven Kills, both within the Inner Hall and the Outer Hall, magnificent, peculiar peaks that reached as high as the immortal restriction and had glowing clouds encircling their summits were by no means rare. Yet a divine peak of such magnificent grandeur was something he had seen for the first time.
The shell-backed burly man suddenly recalled something, exclaiming in shock and doubt, "Could this mountain be the legendary Yitian Peak? If I remember correctly, near Yitian Peak lies a bizarre region known as the Spirit-Suppressing Domain. It is said to be extremely dangerous, and human cultivators are secretive about it... The dragon corpse wouldn't happen to be there, would it?"
The Flood Dragon King gave a wry smile. "Brother Hei has guessed correctly. If nothing unexpected happens, what the secret art points to is in the vicinity of Yitian Peak."
The demon kings exchanged glances.
The cultivators had occupied the Hall of Seven Kills for so many years, producing generations of outstanding figures, not lacking Late Nascent Soul Great Cultivators. For so many senior experts to hold Yitian Peak and the Spirit-Suppressing Domain in such great dread, there was bound to be a reason.
Their understanding of Yitian Peak fell far short of the cultivators', and rashly barging in would carry unpredictable consequences.
"Having suffered untold hardships to get here, how could we possibly give up? We may not necessarily be helpless against restrictions that leave cultivators at their wits' end. Cultivators can only enter through the main entrance, whereas we could rely on the Nine Phoenix King and the True Feather of the Heavenly Phoenix—that is clear proof. If this truly is a dragon burial ground, Yitian Peak might very well be an immortal's cave of our demon race's ancestors..."
The Flood Dragon King spoke in a heavy voice. Before his words had even finished fading, his figure flickered repeatedly as he darted toward Yitian Peak.
The demon kings followed in silence.
Giving up now was something they would never accept either.
Yitian Peak grew closer and closer.
The demon kings restrained their auras and moved cautiously to avoid being discovered by human cultivators.
"It truly lives up to the name of Yitian Peak. Witch God Mountain, acclaimed as the foremost peak of the Canglang Sea, falls far short of this mountain!"
A demon king sighed with emotion. He had once sneaked onto the Witch God Continent and peered at Witch God Mountain.
Yitian Peak was like a pillar propping up the heavens.
Mist obscured their vision, preventing them from seeing the whole picture. Yet for reasons unknown, looking up at this mountain filled them with an imposing grandeur unlike that of any other peak, leaving them to sigh at their own insignificance.
Ancient halls, immortal pavilions, peculiar peaks, and wondrous cliffs were concealed among layers of mountain forests.
However, a deadly stillness reigned within the Secluded Valley, with the vegetation all petrified, and Yitian Peak was likely no exception.
After traveling for a while longer, just as the Flood Dragon King crested a mountain, he seemed to notice something and abruptly waved his hand, signaling them to stop.
"There's something strange ahead," the Flood Dragon King said in a low voice.
The demon kings came forward and faintly sensed a peculiar ripple permeating the void ahead, one they had never encountered before.
"The Spirit-Suppressing Domain."
The shell-backed burly man said with certainty, "There's no mistake. Centered on Yitian Peak, one more step forward and we will enter the Spirit-Suppressing Domain. To think its range is this vast!"
At this moment, several mountain ranges and a stone forest still separated them from Yitian Peak.
Only upon drawing close did they realize that Yitian Peak was not an isolated, precipitous cliff, but a mountain of broad and majestic stature, blocking their path and sight like an enormous wall.
Unexpectedly, both the Spirit-Suppressing Domain and Yitian Peak were remarkably calm. Aside from the inscrutable restriction ripples, no danger was visible.
"The Spirit-Suppressing Domain... This king would like to see just what makes the cultivators dread it so."
After observing for a moment and finding nothing, the Flood Dragon King sneered. His golden light coalesced into a suit of golden armor. Gripping a dragon spear, he was about to step inside when the Nine Phoenix King held him back.
Chapter 1058