The imagined Cave Heaven Blessed Land didn't appear; instead, there was a desolate valley, surrounded by jagged rocks, without a single blade of grass, and the air was filled with a corrupted stench.
"This isn't Purple Mist Cave Heaven."
Gu Sheng said sternly, his right hand already resting on the hilt of a knife at his waist.
Nangong Yingying looked around, her brows furrowed.
"I have never personally been to Purple Mist Cave Heaven, but the description in the documents isn't like this..."
"We've been tricked."
Gu Sheng's eyes flashed with a cold light, and his spiritual power spread out like a tide.
In an instant, he sensed several vague figures hiding behind the surrounding rocks, their breaths excellently concealed. If not for his exceptional spiritual power, they would almost be undetectable.
"Come out!"
Gu Sheng shouted loudly, his voice echoing through the valley like thunder.
