A massive vestige of calamity once again appeared before Yu Lie and Gu Shenzi, its presence deep and terrifying.
At present, there was no longer the interference of the Sword That Slays Immortals within the Sword Garden.
They could proceed without worry.
Yet just the same, without the shelter of that sword’s light, the terrifying aura emanating from the vestige struck at their minds like surging waves, wave after wave crashing relentlessly.
Gu Shenzi was better off—after all, he was born from that very vestige of calamity and had now recovered his power as a scattered immortal.
But for Yu Lie, things were much harder to endure.
Every time he approached within a step of the vestige, the pressure on his body and the fear in his heart seemed to intensify with vicious momentum.
When he was still several miles away from the vestige, the chill in his heart had already peaked, turning his face deathly pale.
Beside him, Gu Shenzi seemed to have forgotten all else.
Without even glancing back, he continued forward calmly and unhurriedly, stepping right toward the vestige.
When Yu Lie was about to break under the strain and tried to summon his Ghost Furnace, Gu Shenzi seemed to sense his weakness.
Calmly, he sent a voice across: