After experiencing the sensation of weightlessness for almost half an incense stick, Chen Sansi's vision gradually returned to normal.
He found himself in a gorge.
This place was narrow and deep, with a relentless gale continually howling by, carrying demonic qi that cut into his meridians and primordial spirit like a bone knife.
This place seems...
Nothing like a palace, but rather like some sort of ancient ruins.
Chen Sansi, calm like water, pressed against one side of the gorge wall, which was rugged like the fangs of a beast, and proceeded slowly towards the depths.
After walking less than a hundred zhang, a cavern shrouded by a giant shadow ahead caught his attention.
Within the cavern, the demonic qi seemed denser than elsewhere, faintly emitting a foul stench.
Chen Sansi squinted slightly, not daring to approach rashly. Instead, he restrained his aura and took out a cheap, pocket-sized flying sword, flicking it with his finger towards the cavern.
"Buzz!"
