The sky over Fengdu was shrouded in heavy and oppressive layers of black mist. It pressed down on the heart with suffocating weight.0

All around, gloomy winds howled. From time to time came the wails of fierce ghosts, mixed with the sounds of men and women, old and young, arguing, crying, sighing… It was a constant cacophony gnawing at the mind, making it hard to remain calm.0

Li Yanchu restrained his aura. He neither used his Cloud-Riding Immortal Art, nor stirred the surging qi and blood of a martial artist. Instead, he relied on the strength of his tempered flesh alone, bounding across the Fengdu secret realm. He was slower, yes, but steady.0

In this hellish land, even one who could summon a third-realm Ancestral Master’s spirit had to keep their tail tucked. To recklessly soar into the skies here was nothing short...0