Ji Mofan didn't explain anything to him. Just like when he had abruptly faced the hard-boned crocodile that everyone was no match for and could only stand there in a daze, he simply took a step without saying a word.
He stepped into thin air.
The blue figure was quickly pulled by gravity and plunged into the thick mist between the two cliffs.
Ning Weisheng clearly heard his heart skip a beat.
He jumped down almost without hesitation, just like Ji Mofan.
My body kept falling.
Even if you try to open your eyes, all you can see is a dark mist.
The fog around him seemed to solidify, and the moment he fell, Ning Weisheng felt it become much harder to breathe. He tried to hold his breath and concentrate, trying to sense how far away the ground beneath his feet was.
The sensation of being squeezed by air pressure suddenly disappeared.
Ning Weisheng immediately channeled his spiritual power and struck back at the rapidly approaching ground beneath his feet.
He knocked away damp stones and clods of earth, and with the help of the reaction force, he landed smoothly.
Looking around, it seems we've reached the very bottom of the canyon.
The swirling mist above his head seemed to be under pressure as well, appearing like an inverted pool of dark water above him.
The water surface rippled, and Ji Mofan calmly stepped onto the Embracing Snow Sword and landed from it.
"Senior Brother, how did you discover this place?" Ning Weisheng made a hand seal, gathering a wisp of fire element in his hand.
Warm, bright light quickly filled the small space in front of them, but the black mist above their heads still seemed to devour everything, not reflecting even a ray of light.
Ji Mofan did not answer his question, but looked up at the mist that was gradually calming down.
"It seems no one else is planning to come down," he said.
"The situation here is unclear, Senior Brother, you must be careful too." Ning Weisheng reached out and touched his Qiankun bag.
But remembering Ji Mofan's attitude yesterday, he gave up the idea of giving the robe back to Ji Mofan.
Jimo Fan came here following his memories from a previous life.
At that time, a group from the Yuncang Sword Sect were passing through this canyon when a small carnivorous bat suddenly attacked their group.
Among everyone, even with his disguise, Qi Fengyu was the weakest in their group, both openly and internally.
The law of nature is survival of the fittest, and carnivorous bats naturally pick on the weak.
During that journey, Ji Mofan stayed by Qi Fengyu's side almost non-stop. Before Qi Fengyu could be attacked, he suddenly drew his sword and cut down the bat in two strokes.
But who knew that Qi Fengyu would cause trouble again.
He was startled by a mere bat, lost his balance on his sword, and swayed before falling headfirst into the mist beneath their feet, along with the bat's corpse.
Ji Mo Fan immediately flew away on his sword, managing to rescue the person before he could kowtow and bleed from his own wound.
"Although I can feel a fairly strong water elemental energy here..." In the few moments that Ji Mofan was lost in his memories, Ning Weisheng had already roughly surveyed the small stone chamber they were in. "But I didn't see anything worth exploring."
"Senior Brother, are we too late? Have the treasures already been taken by others who arrived earlier?"
"No," Ji Mofan replied firmly.
“This outer layer of mist is the shield protecting the treasure inside.” He looked up at the ceiling. “If someone takes the treasure, they should disappear.”
"How did you know it would disappear, Senior Brother?" Ning Weisheng asked him in confusion.
Ji Mo Fan gave him a "you're stupid" look.
“Try it yourself and see how much spiritual power you can muster in this fog,” he said. “If someone really tries to take the treasure from here, they won’t be able to break through this thick fog in the first place.”
Although Ji Mofan knew the answer and deduced the process from scratch, it didn't stop him from seriously fooling Ning Weisheng, who wasn't very bright.
Ning Weisheng belatedly realized that this was indeed the case.
He vaguely saw the surrounding stone walls when he landed.
Because it was damp and incredibly slippery, and almost everywhere was covered with sharp, protruding stalactite structures, even a cultivator who had received professional training and was capable of climbing such a difficult place by hand would probably find it difficult to climb back up from the bottom to the top of the cliff in just over a day after the secret realm was opened.
It took them quite a while to fall down, and they felt they were at least several thousand meters deep. Spiritual energy was almost unusable in the mist; at best, it could only provide some protection against the cold.
“Perhaps someone is climbing up?” he couldn’t help but retort. “We barely had any visibility in the fog, right? We couldn’t see anyone climbing up the cliff face at all.”
"If you insist on thinking that way, then try climbing up this smooth cliff face with your bare hands." Ji Mofan waved his hand, clearly not wanting to continue arguing with him about this pointless topic.
"Anyway, those people upstairs haven't made a move for a long time, so they definitely won't come down to pick you up."
Ning Weisheng was speechless this time.
He had no choice but to obediently turn his gaze away from the top of his head and instead carefully survey his surroundings once again.
Ji Mofan didn't hide anything from him; in any case, everything could be explained by his extraordinary talent.
He walked directly to the mechanism entrance that he had painstakingly found in his previous life, raised his Snow Embracing Sword, and pressed down on the button.
"Crack...crack..."
The mechanical transmission suddenly rang out, and Ning Weisheng tensed up instantly, gripping his sword tightly. "Senior Brother, what did you touch?"
“A trap. Follow me and you’ll die,” Ji Mofan replied with a half-smile.
Then, without looking back, he stepped into the secret passage revealed after the mechanism was activated.
Ning Weisheng swallowed.
Then, gritting his teeth, he followed after them.
Since staying here is a hopeless dead end anyway, we might as well follow Ji Mo Fan.
He has always been able to find new hope amidst despair, just when everyone else thinks it's impossible.
We walked through the narrow, dimly lit passage for about the time it takes to brew a cup of tea.
The space in front of me suddenly opened up.
As the ground beneath our feet extends forward, it dips downward at a rather steep angle.
There was a pool of water inside this enclosed space.
Ning Weisheng didn't dare to approach directly, but instead used the firelight formed by his spiritual power as a stepping stone to take a look.
The water was calm, appearing to be stagnant, perhaps slowly seeping from the stone wall.
The bottom of the water was clearly visible, a stark contrast to the pitch-black fog from before, leaving no place for anything to hide inside.
But there's nothing here except a pool of water.
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