This was the great rift valley that Xiang Yi had mentioned earlier, stretching endlessly ahead and blocking the way forward.0

The rift valley was unfathomably deep, its bottom nowhere in sight, and the opposite side completely obscured. A constant stream of Purple Mist surged upward from the depths, forming a rising air current. That area was likely the source of the poisonous mist.0

A wisp of Devilish Flames of Nine Hells flickered in Qin Sang’s palm, and the flame pointed straight into the valley.0

Qin Sang crouched and leaned forward slightly.0

At once, a burst of air rushed into his face. The impact caused the Poison-Warding Armor on his body to tremble.0

Startled, Qin Sang quickly pulled back and looked at the fat silkworm, a hint of worry in his eyes.0

They were still at the top of the rift valley, and already the armor was shaking. To search for the spiritual fire,...0