There wasn't even a flying monster on the sea, let alone any cultivators appearing here.
The air flow in the space here is a bit chaotic, with demonic energy and spiritual energy intertwined and entangled with each other, sometimes strong and sometimes weak, appearing extremely violent and unstable.
Song Rongdao's spiritual sense quickly swept across the sea, but he did not speak immediately.
"Fellow Daoist Song, the place you mentioned is not here, right?"
The cultivator named Yan looked at Song Rongdao with some surprise.
Although this place is far away from Black Forest Villa, with their speed, it would only take them a day or so to get there without flying at full speed. However, they took several days to get here.
However, Song Rongdao did not answer his question, but turned to look at the young man with a pale face beside him.
"Brother Bai, did you find anything?"
The young man named Bai had just withdrawn his spiritual consciousness and shook his head woodenly.
"After repeated investigations over the past few days, I didn't find anything wrong. Where is Fellow Daoist Song?"
The two of them were the ones with the highest cultivation level in the team, and this conversation surprised the female cultivator named Yang and the cultivator named Yan.
"Is this the reason why we have been going around in circles? Have you two Taoist friends had any bad feelings?"
While the female cultivator named Yang was speaking, she had already carefully spread out her spiritual awareness again and secretly condensed her spiritual power.
"It was because I had some bad feelings that I asked Brother Bai to confirm it again and again. However, Brother Bai and I haven't found anything in the past two days. It seems that I am too suspicious and too nervous!"
Song Rongdao's expression was obviously relaxed. He answered the questions of the female cultivator named Yang with a smile, and also expressed his thoughts to the young man named Bai.
He said this, but doubts were still in his heart. He always felt like someone was secretly watching him.
He called the monk surnamed Bai "Brother Bai", but his actual age was much older than anyone else here, but others didn't know it.
Song Rongdao has remained in the middle stage of the Golden Core for more than 300 years. If he were a human cultivator, his life span would probably be coming to an end soon.
If he had not been seriously injured before, he would have entered the false infant state long ago.
His experience is much greater than that of the monk surnamed Bai, especially his perception of death is more acute.
Looking at the three people beside him, Song Rongdao did not hesitate this time, but directly used the "Water Avoidance Technique" and pointed at the dark sea below, as well as the waves that were dozens of feet high that rose from time to time.
“Let’s go down!!”
After saying this, with a faint flash of spiritual energy from his body, he fell directly into the waves like a piece of stone and disappeared in an instant.
“It’s really here!!”
The monk named Yan's eyes suddenly lit up and he said something without thinking.
Then he heard two soft "plop, plop" sounds. If it weren't for his powerful magic, the sounds would have been difficult to distinguish under the raging waves.
The other two people beside him had disappeared without a trace, without even saying hello to him.
The monk named Yan looked at the sea below his feet and narrowed his eyes slightly.
Although his cultivation here is higher than that of the female cultivator named Yang, the other person is good at formations, so he seems to be dispensable.
In fact, this is the truth, but ever since Song Rongdao encountered a "Dark Spirit Bat", he predicted that there might be other "Dark Spirit Bats" or even other kinds of ancient magical beasts.
He was more cautious and called a few more people whose cultivation was not as good as his so that he could control them better.
It will be very useful as his shield at that time, and his sonic attack can confuse the opponent's mind.
If he attacks the person beside him by surprise again, even the monk surnamed Bai will be temporarily distracted.
At the critical moment of life and death, even half a breath of time will allow him to escape and save his life.
Compared with the cultivator surnamed Bai, the cultivator surnamed Yan is undoubtedly easier to control.
The cultivator named Yan has known Song Rongdao for decades, but he had no idea that Song Rongdao had never revealed a single bit of his hidden abilities to him, and he even thought he had mastered the other's magical powers.
“Once we break the restriction and enter the secret cave, it will depend on who has the ability to gain more benefits.
Little bitch, I will give you more of my benefits then, hehehehe...
Just wait for me. After I strip you naked, I will record your lewd and ugly appearance in the jade slip. Then all the cultivators in the world will know what you look like when you are happy..."
The cultivator named Yan thought viciously in his heart, then he made a hand gesture and dived into the sea.
The entire sea surface then returned to its previous state, with the waves roaring and surging, yet it seemed strangely quiet.
Just over 400 miles away from where Song Rongdao and the others had just stood, under an umbrella, Xing Ming and the other three were whispering.
"Luckily we reacted quickly, otherwise we would have been discovered by the other party. They seemed to have sensed it.
It turns out that the place they were going to was in the 'Black Spirit Sea'. Jiang Baibi was too cautious, so he took us on a detour for several days!"
Feng Moru said with a smile that just now after Song Rongdao and others stopped, his spiritual sense suddenly covered them.
Fortunately, they were always vigilant and knew that the other party was actually an old monster who had lived for nearly two thousand years and had a particularly keen sense of death.
This way he avoided the other party's detection, and Xuan Caijun touched his smooth chin with his hand.
"They have now entered the bottom of the 'Black Spirit Sea'. The demonic energy and spiritual power here are too turbulent, and the spiritual consciousness is restricted. We don't have to worry too much about being discovered by the other party!"
A few days ago, after they followed Song Rongdao and others for a while, they discovered that the other party kept changing direction during flight, and their spiritual sense was frequently transmitted.
Among the Xingming people, only Xuan Caijun, a fake infant cultivator, was left hanging behind him, and the other three once again distanced themselves from each other.
Then after a while, Xuan Caijun would give a direction and they would rush over.
Those of them who said that they had to be sure that the other party wouldn't find out almost all believed that only Xuan Caijun could do it.
Li Yan, who was almost silent, remained silent.
If it were him, he would have a 60% chance of getting close to Song Rongdao and the other three within a hundred miles without being noticed. Of course, he would not take the initiative to ask to do so, as he did not like to reveal too much in front of anyone.
This time, when Xing Ming and the other two approached the direction given by Xuan Caijun again, they found that he did not continue to track them, but stayed where he was and waited for them.
The "Black Spirit Sea" is a place where the confrontation between demonic energy and spiritual energy is very intense. Not only can the cultivators' cultivation be unable to be fully exerted, but their spiritual consciousness will also be greatly disturbed.
Therefore, the soldiers of the Black and White Demon Clan did not like to come here to fight, and the magical beasts in the sea became increasingly rare.
Li Yan only felt that the mixed demonic energy in the air was sucked into his body and then rushed left and right inside. The demonic energy and spiritual energy seemed to turn his body into a battlefield.
"The various negative emotions in the demonic energy here are more direct. If I had come here when I was a foundation-building cultivator, I would have had to leave in a day or so at most."
Li Yan was weighing it in his mind. According to his current cultivation level, he would be affected if he stayed here for more than ten days. Therefore, this was not a place to stay for long.
"What could be here that makes them treat it so cautiously?"
Xingming looked at the other people.
"Although the 'Black Spirit Sea' is not a barren place, it is not far from it. Could it be that there are some unknown treasures growing on the seabed?"
Jun Caijun's eyes became brighter and brighter.
"Haha, the time is almost up. They should have gone deep into the cave. We can follow them and take a look. This place is rarely visited by people. It's possible that some strange creatures have appeared here!"
Feng Mo Ru shook his whisk lightly.
Xing Ming and Xuan Caijun nodded, and then they released their spiritual senses, carefully sensing, and immediately flew towards the place where Song Rongdao fell...
At the bottom of the "Black Spirit Sea", Song Rongdao and his three companions dived all the way down and had already reached a depth of more than 6,000 feet. The sea water around them was pitch black, and one could not see one's hand in front of one's face.
But for a cultivator with spiritual energy, he can still see the situation in a small area around him clearly, not to mention that the spiritual power shield outside his body is still flashing with a faint light.
What's more, they mainly used their spiritual sense to explore the surroundings, but their spiritual sense was also affected here, so they did not dare to release too wide a range.
In the dark sea water, only occasionally some thin fish as thin as needles would pass by my side. I dived all the way in, but I didn't see any monks or magical beasts.
There were more and more algae around them, so they had to avoid them carefully, which slowed down their sinking speed a lot.
Although these algae do not pose any threat to them, they don't want anyone to cause trouble.
Several people were silent. Having reached this level of cultivation, they all had the skills to cultivate their qi.
Although it was pitch black and depressing all around, no one seemed impatient.
Song Rongdao has been here before, and if he feels there is something that needs to be reminded, he will of course say it.
Just like that, in the dead silence, four shields shining with spiritual light were sinking rapidly, like four meteors streaking across the night.
After the four of them continued to sink another six or seven thousand feet, coral reefs appeared before their eyes, and they were becoming more and more numerous and denser.
Everyone could see that this was a steep mountain that had sunk to the bottom of the sea.
At this point, Song Rongdao finally stopped sinking. He stood on a protruding reef on the mountain peak. The white spiritual light flickered slightly outside his body, and he began to look around.
"Fellow Daoist Song, is the secret cave you mentioned nearby?"
A faint light flashed in the eyes of the young man surnamed Bai, and he began to release his spiritual sense to scan the surroundings. Although the other two did not speak, they were also exploring the surroundings.
However, they did not detect any aura of formation restrictions.
"It should be nearby. I've only been here once, and I'm looking for the mark I left last time!"
Song Rongdao said this, but his spiritual sense quietly shot above his head.
Just like this, a full cup of tea passed, and just as the other three were about to ask again, seeing that they were already becoming impatient.
Song Rongdao's face suddenly lit up with joy.
"We found the mark left behind!"
At the same time, he finally felt a lot more relaxed.
He had just spent a large amount of his spiritual power and searched carefully three times within a range of more than a thousand feet, but did not find anything abnormal.
Even the monk named Bai was unable to detect his investigation.
"Damn you 'Falling Star Valley'. When I have my infant child, I will be the first to destroy your sect. You have become a frightened bird for so many years."
He complained in his heart.
Afterwards, Song Rongdao continued to sink down along the cliff wall on one side of the mountain without waiting for the other three to urge him.
This time he was no longer sinking in a straight line, but passed through clusters of shiny black corals from time to time, and passed through bottomless mountain crevices and abysses, continuing downwards.
In this way, after about another hour, amid the occasional inquiries from several people, Song Rongdao kept pretending to say that he had found one mark after another along the way.
Finally, amid the confusion and confusion of the other three, he suddenly shouted in a deep voice.
"Okay, here we are!"
As he spoke, he pointed diagonally downward.
At this time, they were standing on a sharp boulder that looked like a huge upright palm, and they were standing at the top of the middle finger.
This huge rock is located on the steep side of the mountain, like a palm blocking part of the mountain.
The back of the palm faces the endless dark sea, while the palm faces the mountain.
The location that Song Rongdao pointed to was a stone wall somewhere on the mountain right in front of their palms.