On the other side, deep within the cemetery of the Ghost Race.
Nether led Gu Xing and the others to instantly teleport over, and the area was immediately shrouded in dense Netherworld Ghost Qi.
This was the resting place of generations of Ghost Race powerhouses, the air thick with a suffocating sense of oppression.
"Ahead lies the Divine Pattern of the Ghost Race."
Nether pointed to the center of the cemetery, where a golden pattern floated, wrapped in black Ghost Qi, radiating pulses that made one's heart race.
"If Fei Yue wants the recognition of the Divine Pattern, she must rely on her own strength to walk to the end and touch it herself."
"But the closer you get to the Divine Pattern, the stronger the pressure of Ghost Qi becomes."
He paused, then added:
"And even if you manage to touch the Divine Pattern, you may not be recognized by it."
Gu Xing looked at the path leading to the Divine Pattern. It looked ordinary, but danger prickled at his instincts.
