The team successfully arrived at the village.
The village was not small, but the houses were extremely old, even exuding a kind of dying "dampness" aura.
— Low courtyard walls, walls covered with white moss, and not very bright lamps filled the snowy night with a sense of decay and dilapidation.
For a Cultivator like Li Ye, with keen Spiritual Sense, this place was akin to a demonic cave — he had never experienced such a feeling even at his lowest point.
The pervasive aura interwoven by various Cultivators and Demonic Qi was probing to erode his pure Magic Body, nurtured by Sun and Moon Essence and pure Spiritual Rhythm.
In theory, he should use some Magic, or simply grasp the fragment of the Earth Book, thus isolating the filthy Demonic Qi here.
But he did not do so.
Without the support of power, the myriad changes of Magic left him only to use his body to perceive the changes around him.
Only by stepping into this quagmire oneself.
