The great pit, formed by the eye sockets of the Underworld Venerate's skull, truly seemed bottomless. Dao Zhun had flown downward for a full three Chinese hours and had still not reached the end. Nevertheless, the aura filled with Destructive Will grew increasingly intense. Even Dao Zhun felt extremely uncomfortable. The destructive aura, like formless snakes floating in the air, drilled into his body through all 36,000 pores, prompting Dao Zhun to continuously circulate the spatial attribute Spiritual Power within him, thus blocking that destructive force from invading his body.
When Dao Zhun had been flying downward for a quarter of a Chinese hour, complete darkness had surrounded him, with only the light from the hole above shining like a Luminous Pearl. After three Chinese hours, Dao Zhun didn't even know how far he had descended. He only felt that the oppressive force of Destruction was now almost tangible, as if he were struggling to fly through a swamp.
