After Ancestor Hui Xuan entered the pit, about an hour later, he reached the end of the pit and looked up to see before him a corridor deep and bottomless.
His gaze swept around, but Daoist Ji was nowhere to be seen, thinking he must have gone ahead, so he didn't stop either and whirled up the Gang Wind to rush inside.
Within this pit, it was ten zhang high, and flying was unimpeded, yet the path was twisted and winding, coiled like a snake, with pits everywhere underground, water accumulation reaching an inch high, stalactites above were like a forest, densely packed together, as if thousands of swords and blades hung overhead, with Evil Qi floating around, every step hidden with a murderous aura.
However, most of the prohibitions here had dissipated, and any leftovers had been cleared by the Zhongtai Disciple who came before, thus needing no concern.
After journeying for half an hour, he paused as two paths appeared before him.
