The two of them chatted and entered the cave.

The cave was inexplicably strange, as if it was artificially made yet naturally formed. There was a long tunnel that grew larger as they went deeper. After descending for about twenty to thirty miles, it suddenly opened up to a underground world.

There were even remnants of walls not far away, but they were corroded by time and no longer recognizable. There used to be a city here!

The air was gloomy and filled with a putrid smell, and large black clouds the size of water barrels floated in the air.@@novelbin@@

This was the Prison Ghost. According to the sect's legends, during ancient times, a special race was cursed and exterminated here, and their lingering resentment turned them into Prison Ghosts.

The Prison Ghosts were special, neither ghosts nor spirits, just a mass of clouds and mist. But as long as someone approached, they would attach themselves like a festering sore on a bone, sucking the blood of humans. In just a few breaths, they could drain a person dry.

Only a cultivator's true essence could resist them - or rather, it was a mutual destruction. The true essence and the Prison Ghost would both be consumed, and the consumed true essence could not be recovered, as if their cultivation level had been permanently crippled.

This space was not underground. Even if the Qingyuan Sect dug a hole from above, they wouldn't be able to reach here even after digging two or three hundred miles. Only the entrance they had just entered could lead to this place.

This should be a special space.

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