The entire cliff area was shrouded in darkness at this moment. The darkness was thick, like ink, churning ceaselessly. The extreme yin and biting cold it emitted far surpassed any place before.
Even the Five Directions Luo Feng Flag could barely hold on.
The cold penetrated the bones. Not only did everyone feel an icy chill piercing their bodies, but it also seemed as if their very divine souls were being frozen and torn apart by this cold, leaving their consciousness blurry.
Daoist Shoumingzi's face was solemn, his voice trembling:
"Is this... the Netherworld Passage?"
In his eyes, there was fear, but also anticipation.
After guarding Taishan for many years, the very thing he recited daily now appeared before him.
Everyone grit their teeth to persevere, their breath instantly turning to white frost.
Just outside this almost despairing darkness, there were two seated figures.
They were the remaining two Earth Immortals, Shi Xuanming and Zheng Boyin!
