Feeling anxious, Su Yu immediately dashed into the cave.
As soon as he entered, the powerful power of faith rushed at him, greatly weakening his senses. He could only see everything clearly with his naked eyes.
Wang Dahu followed closely behind and said, “This is also my first time entering this place. Please be careful.”
Dark King’s cultivation place was not big. It was an empty cave that was thousands of feet square. There were only a few simple decorations and a holy pond that had dried up the power of faith until only a thin layer was left.
Just like the moon worship sect’s spiritual pond of faith, the Holy Pond was also where the power of faith was stored.
What made Su Yu’s face sink was that this place had obviously been turned over by someone. The cushions, tables, chairs, furnishings, and other things that were used for meditation had all been moved by someone. It was obvious that the person who had broken the seal had already searched the place.
