Zhao Sheng took a deep breath. The air that flowed through his nose and mouth was far from pure, laced as it was with iron sand-like fragments that slightly pained his throat and lungs. However, upon closer examination of its subtleties, he would discover that these "iron sand" particles were actually a product of dead and Spiritual Energy deposits, a very pure form of Deathly Yin Qi.
Having personally experienced it, Zhao Sheng silently exhaled. Within the Qiu Ling Sect's gate, the Yin Qi was so concentrated and pure that normal cultivators would find it difficult to practice here; however, for Corpse Cultivators and Ghost Cultivators, it was undoubtedly a Cave Heaven Blessed Land that one could only hope to encounter.
"What a pity for such a spirit land to have become a haven for Corpse Ghosts. This Qiu Ling Sect gate is too perilous to stay in for long," he lamented.
At this moment, Zhai Kong and Xiao Jiuke had completed their meditations and stood up.
