After leaving the Consecutive Drum Mountain Range, Yan Zhaoge and Ah Hu sat on Pan-Pan's back and headed east. After a long journey, they arrived at the region of the Wilderness Sea.
Before them was the vast sea. Its colour was unusual as it resembled undulating plains of white snow.
Seeing that snowy white seawater, Yan Zhaoge knew that he had already officially stepped into the domain of the Wilderness Sea.
The situation here was similar to that of the Wind Domain's Great Western Desert, the endless ocean beyond the sea and the Marsh of Illusory Sea of the Lake Domain.
Due to the unique geographical environment, even powerful martial practitioners would find it hard to establish a foothold there. The environment was harsh to the extreme as few people traversed it.
Therefore, some fugitives who were unable to establish a foothold elsewhere would hide here.
They were all people who could drink and get drunk today, and lived every day to their heart's content.
For disciples of major sects, a backer would not be of much use against these vicious people as they could only rely on their own skills.
If they offended those fugitives, they would likely kill them first regardless of their background.
If experts of major sects came to hunt them down, they would hide in the Wilderness Sea.
If they could avoid it, they would do so. If they could not, their fates would be up to the heavens.
In the southeastern Yang Heaven Territory, besides disciples of Golden Court Mountain who these fugitives could be wary of, everyone else had to be careful of.
Yan Zhaoge did not feel that it was all that dangerous. It was just that this place was filled with crooks and dragons. If news of this manor was leaked, the situation might become even more complicated.
"Horsetail whisk," Yan Zhaoge shaded his eyes, gazing towards the vast white sea in the distance.
Ah Hu handed over that half-broken horsetail whisk. As Yan Zhaoge received it, a white line instantly appeared before him, extending from the horsetail whisk into the distance and heading straight into the depths of the Wilderness Sea.
Yan Zhaoge lightly stroked the horsetail whisk, infusing his true essence within.
The horsetail whisk trembled with a 'weng' sound. Then, the colour of that white line actually gradually began to change.
It turned from white to green before gradually turning a faint gold.
Yan Zhaoge drew a few strokes in mid-air, forming a simple, ancient rune.
Pan-Pan shrunk beneath him before being picked up by Ah Hu.
The rune expanded in mid-air, transforming into a clump of radiance that enveloped Yan Zhaoge and Ah Hu.
Then, this clump of radiance was drawn along by that faint golden line, swiftly flying towards the depths of the Wilderness Sea like a fisherman retracting his rod after biting on the hook.
The clump of light that enveloped Yan Zhaoge and the others transformed into a speck of light that flew past the Wilderness Sea, vanishing in an instant.
However, there were still people in the Desolate Sea who noticed the light spot.
Those who were active here, even if they weren't fugitives but disciples of large sects who came here to gain experience, were all extremely daring.
Seeing this, they were all tempted and tried to follow.
However, the speed of Yan Zhaoge and the others was so fast that not long after those who had attempted to track them had mostly fallen behind.
There were a few people who were able to keep up, but as they saw the speck of light going deeper and deeper, they couldn't help but slow down and hesitate.
The deeper one went into the Desolate Sea, the more dangerous it was.
Within that clump of light, Yan Zhaoge and Ah Hu could similarly feel the pressure growing greater and greater.
From time to time, a jade-green pillar of fire would shoot up into the sky from the vast white sea.
With the Heaven Earth Reversing Axe in hand, Yan Zhaoge hacked horizontally and vertically, hacking apart that ferocious green pillar of fire as he unceasingly opened a path.
He recognized that this was the Desolate Underworld Flame, an extremely high quality Yin Flame. It wasn't scorching hot, but instead extremely cold, surpassing ten thousand year old ice.
Once one was touched by this flame, not only would one's body be injured, even one's soul would be incinerated. Moreover, it was like maggots in one's bones, and it was difficult to remove.
Even the slightest contact with it would result in one's death.
Only those who had ascended to the Immortal realm would be able to completely ignore its threat. Even Human Exalts would have to circulate their martial arts to resist it and clear a path if they encountered it.
For martial practitioners below the Immortal Bridge stage, they might not be completely safe even if they were accompanied by high-grade Sacred Artifacts.
While Yan Zhaoge did not fear it, the Desolate Underworld Flame was merely one of the many threats of the Desolate Sea.
Besides the Desolate Underworld Flame, there were many other evil tribulations that were not inferior to it in the least.
Yan Zhaoge felt as though he was facing the combined attacks of more than one Immortal Bridge Martial Saint at any time as he traversed it.
The Desolate Sea was vast as it occupied roughly a third of the entire southeastern Yang Heaven Territory.
With so many tribulations obstructing his path within, Yan Zhaoge would be extremely slow as he traversed it.
Fortunately, he was guided by the mechanism that allowed him to maintain a high speed as he advanced. Still, if he walked in a straight line this way, Yan Zhaoge would only be able to forcibly resist the incoming tribulations as he would be unable to evade them.
For the sake of speed and efficiency earlier on, this was fine.
Anyway, with the Peerless Heavenly Scripture, the Cyclic Heavenly Scripture, the Yin Yang Heavenly Scripture, the Taiji Yin Yang Palm and many other supreme martial arts as a foundation, Yan Zhaoge's true essence was extremely abundant as his recovery ability was strong as well.
Still, the deeper he ventured into the interior of the Desolate Sea, the more intense these dangers became.
Towards the end, the Desolate Underworld Flame was rare. Instead, another tribulation known as the Baleful Black Devil appeared.
It did not originate from the white sea. Instead, it was a black fog in the form of threads that wreathed the air above the sea's surface.
That black fog that resembled ink was even more terrifying than the Desolate Underworld Flame.
The destructive power it could unleash was virtually comparable to that of a late Immortal Bridge Martial Saint.
The black fog resembled sticky ink as it was hard to disperse. Even if it was temporarily broken through, it would definitely reassemble very quickly as it continued attacking relentlessly.
It was everywhere in all directions.
This way, it was as though numerous experts of the ninth level of the Martial Saint realm were attacking him simultaneously.
Faced with such an attack, Yan Zhaoge would not foolishly continue clashing head-on.
He stopped the mechanism from earlier, controlling his own speed and direction as he advanced amidst the numerous threads of black fog.
"No wonder people often say that of the martial practitioners of the southeastern Yang Heaven Territory, only the Southeastern Exalt can freely enter and leave this place." Ah Hu looked earnestly at those Baleful Black Devil, "This place is much more terrifying than the Black Nightmare Storms of the Great Western Desert of the Eight Extremities World."
Yan Zhaoge said, "That is only natural. Any random strand of Baleful Black Devil would probably be enough to destroy the entire Eight Extremities World."
"Young Master …" Ah Hu suddenly swivelled his head to look at Yan Zhaoge, "Do you think that martial practitioners have the possibility of refining this Baleful Black Devil for their own power?"
At this moment, Ah Hu's face no longer had its usual indolence as it was instead extremely solemn.
"How could there not be?" Yan Zhaoge smiled, "There was a supreme martial art of pre-Great Calamity times known as the Wind Devil Quick Sabre. It involved refining various kinds of dangerous evil winds, assimilating them into one's sabre-qi. The Baleful Black Devil is also one of the options that can be chosen. Also, it is one of the options with the highest difficulty as well as the greatest power."
"Still, in order to refine the Baleful Black Devil, one has to be an Immortal Bridge Martial Saint at the very least before attempting it."
Hearing his words, Ah Hu did not continue asking. Still, from his expression, Yan Zhaoge knew that this big fella had remembered it.
However unscrupulous he was in front of Yan Zhaoge, Ah Hu had always been very diligent in his cultivation.
The two chatted as they ventured deeper into the Wilderness Sea.
After who knew how long, Yan Zhaoge suddenly saw a hint of sunlight vaguely lighting up amidst the black fog before him, resembling floating clouds obscuring the sun.
The figure of a massive bird was indistinctly visible amidst that sunlight.
Dark feathers, three legs.
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