“Interesting place? Could there be more magic treasures around?” Jian Xiaotian asked curiously.

Somewhere 1,500 kilometres away from them was a place with uneven terrain. Strangely, for some unknown reason, there were massive cracks on the ground there. Pitch-black, there was no way to tell how deep the cracks were. The longest crack was at least 50 kilometres long. It looked as though each of them was created with a slash of a sword. Or perhaps, it was formed by the stir of powers within the earth.

Looking down upon the cracks from the sky, one would see that the cracks intersected one another to form a human face.

Streams of malevolent energy kept surging out from the cracks, faint-red in colour, not dispersing away at all. The streams of malevolent energy surged 1,000 zhang up into the sky before slowly dispersing away.

As the streams of malevolent energy surged out, the surrounding streams of spiritual energy – within a 500-kilometre radius – flowed into two of the cracks there.

The two cracks were the nostrils of the ‘face’.

Inhaling spiritual energy and exhaling malevolent energy, like a cultivator regulating his or her breath while cultivating.

When Chen Feng was using his soul power to scan...