The hole in the high ceiling through which she had fallen had now closed up.
Deep underground, the hall was incredibly dim. If not for the glimmer of a few strange crystals, it would have been pitch-black.
The surrounding ice refracted and reflected this light, creating a rather beautiful sight.
Song Wanning's Spiritual Power had been sealed, but when she tried circulating her Demonic Qi, she discovered it was completely unrestricted.
She raised an eyebrow. 'It seems this place was likely once the Demon Clan's territory,' she thought, 'and they specifically set up a restriction against Spirit Cultivators.'
She now stood in a great hall, where the only thing she could see was a staircase spiraling upward.
Gripping her Longsword, she cautiously started up the stairs.
Meanwhile, Jiang Cen had finally made it through the mist, her face pale from the freezing cold.
Her body was stiff, and her teeth were chattering uncontrollably. She desperately wanted to leave this place at once.
