Fang Zhou plunged into the entrance, feeling as if he were traversing into the Black Soul World.
All around him was a gray fog, with no edges visible in any direction.
Fang Zhou flew straight forward, and after a long time, he finally saw the ground, a gravel-laden terrain, while the surrounding was still enveloped in gray fog.
This fog was liquefied Yin Cold Spiritual Energy, dense to an alarming degree.
The fog was laced with intense cold poison, and only because of his glazed golden body, Fang Zhou was unaffected. A lower-level cultivator would be poisoned after just a short while here.
It seemed Yun Zheyue would have to remain inside the gourd, unable to come out.
Fang Zhou's divine sense was completely disrupted by the surrounding fog, unable to gather any effective information.
He could only retrieve that mysterious key from the gourd.
The key slightly rotated in Fang Zhou's palm, pointing in a certain direction.
