Meanwhile, Astarte stood on the tenth peak with her bewildered eyes mirroring the confusion within her heart.
"What the hell is going on? Where are master and Else?"
She wondered while using her Origin Sight to sweep the surroundings and seek the presence of her partners. However, an irresistible force prevented her from seeing beyond the eleventh peak. With that new limit, she made no progress. Worse, as time went by, she was forced to exert more of her cultivation base to contend with the rising chthonian energies in the air.
Although unlike death essence, nether force wasn't inherently lethal to the living, it still was a potent, chilling poison. Therefore, the combination of the two soon turned into an intolerable source of discomfort.
But for the sake of being by her master's side, tolerate, she would.
