The grand witch priest tapped her foot, transforming into a streak of evasion light that soared upward. Old Devil Fang and the other cultivators followed closely behind.0

Before long, they arrived at a mysterious valley. The valley was utterly silent, not a soul in sight.0

Sweeping her gaze across the area, the grand witch priest flashed forward into the deepest part of the valley, where she stopped before an ancient barrier between two towering cliff faces. The interior of the valley was pitch-black, like the mouth of a void.0

That black glow was formed by countless thin filaments, extensions of the ancient barrier embedded within the cliffs. The threads crisscrossed densely, sealing off the entire valley entrance. They were fine as hair, insubstantial, yet deadly.0

Human cultivators...0