"This place is..." Qin Sang muttered.0

As they descended the stone steps, Ning Wuhui waved his hand.0

Qin Sang suddenly felt a strange, chilling force surge toward him, so cold it seeped into his bones. He shivered involuntarily and quickly circulated his true essence to dispel the cold. With his current cultivation, it was rare for him to feel such a sensation.0

Rounding the bend of a cliff wall, Qin Sang’s eyes flickered with surprise. They now stood on a broad earthen platform at the cliff’s edge, overlooking a deep, shadowed valley.0

Above, celestial radiance from the celestial barrier filled the sky. The valley was completely sealed within its bounds.0

It stretched long and narrow, so sharply cut it did not seem formed by nature. As a sword cultivator, Qin Sang suspected it might have been carved by a single sword strike.0

That...0