As soon as the words fell, Long Yuan waved a sleeve, plunging the two into darkness, as if they had fallen into chaos.
It was unknown how much time had passed.
Ye Tian, holding Feng Xinqi's delicate body, slowly landed on the ground. As they looked around, they familiarized themselves with their surroundings.
This seemed to be a little world.
Vast, ancient, and distant auras flooded the area, as if they stood on the ancient land.
Before their eyes lay a barren and desolate mountain belly. As far as the eye could see, steep cliffs rose into the clouds, enclosing the area, forming an inescapable isolation.
Even the light was mostly obscured.
Ye Tian frowned slightly. This ultimate trial's testing ground was unusually eerie; his divine sense was completely cut off, rendering him helpless.
Surrounding them were cliffs, leaving no way out, and these cliffs were nearly vertical, disappearing into the sky.
