No one has ever reported just how deep this chasm abyss truly is over the years.

Among them are also curious individuals who have attempted to venture down and uncover its mysteries.

Unfortunately, these explorers either never surfaced again or emerged severely injured and in disarray.

According to the accounts of those who managed to escape, they hadn't even reached the deepest layer before encountering endless ghosts and grievances, along with whistling Yin Wind that could slice through flesh and bone.

Hence, this bottomless chasm is known as Ghostly Abyss by those in the Hidden World.

The meaning is that even ghosts entering this abyss would be so terrified they'd weep.

It's believed the peculiar phenomena of this chasm arose from the final battle of the Human Demon war having taken place here.

The two races suffered countless casualties, naturally generating overwhelming resentment and numerous grievances.

To avoid sunlight, they all gathered in the abyss.

However, most people don't know that Ghostly Abyss harbors an ancient secret.

The Demon God who once led Demon Race invasions wasn't slain by Flame Emperor and Yellow Emperor, but merely sealed within this abyss.

Those privy to this secret are none but the high ranks of the major powers in Hidden World.

They do hold the capability to ascend to the depth of the abyss.

Yet they would never be so idle as to venture into such a place for a thrill.

As time passed, Ghostly Abyss was gradually declared the most dangerous forbidden land by the Hidden World populace.

Thus, throughout the sprawling Primordial Mountain Range, not a soul was seen for years.

At this moment, at the bottom of the abyss, a figure clad in golden robes, face covered by a golden mask, slowly ascended the stairs made of unknown materials.

At the top of the stairs, a massive golden cubic box quietly floated in midair.

In the pitch-black space, it emitted faint glimmers of light.

The golden-robed figure finally completed the ascent, standing at the edge of the platform.

He raised his head to gaze at the cubic box suspended in midair through the twin holes in his mask.

Focus unwavering, staring at the box's surface covered in a myriad of strange script.

The golden-robed figure's bizarre behavior continued for an entire day.

Eventually, his body gradually floated up, aligning with the cube.

Yet the box was so massive, his body compared to it was merely a speck of rice, insignificant.

"Huff!"

After a long silence, it's as if he resolved something, raising his hand to point a finger intending to touch the surface of the cubic box.

However, before he could approach, a golden light screen suddenly flashed from the box, blocking the golden-robed figure's hand.

The golden-robed figure's eyes flickered, promptly narrowing, and a red light like blood emerged at his fingertips, seemingly wanting to forcibly penetrate the light screen on the box.

But before he exerted force, the golden light on the screen surged, a power unmatched in its might instantly transmitted from his finger.

The expression on the golden-robed man's face under the mask abruptly changed, wanting to withdraw his finger swiftly, yet already too late.

That force, in the blink of an eye, broke his finger.

The sight of the clotted blood and exposed bone fragments at the broken finger was gut-wrenching.

However, the matter didn't end there.

The force flung by the light screen's power continued unabated, ultimately colliding with the golden-robed man's body.

"Ah!"

The golden-robed man let out a muffled grunt, his body instantly knocked backward, crashing hard onto the stairs with several rolls.

Rising once again, beneath the mask, blood-bathed pearls flowed, evidently severely injured.

"So, indeed it doesn't work?"

The golden-robed man was unfazed, muttering to himself, then shook his robes, wavering to stand on his feet once more.

The originally broken bone at the finger surprisingly sprouted anew as if rejuvenated from Sinking Sand.

Blood vessels wrapped around the growing bone quickly.

In no time at all, his broken finger restored to its perfect state.

Apparently having learned nothing from earlier, he took a deep breath, approaching the gigantic cubic box again.

This time, he wasn't as reckless, instead he lifted his hand and took off the golden mask from his face.

With the mask removed, his appearance came into view.

What astonished was the face beneath the mask, seemingly just around twenty years old.

Skin fair enough to envoke envy in women.

A high nose bridge, red lips, white teeth…

With looks such as this, if placed in the present world, he could effortless overshadow every handsome young star, eliciting shrill cheers from countless young maiden fans.

The only blemish was on the center of his forehead, a crevice resembling a scar, with slight protrusion along the mark.

Giving an impression akin to that cursing phrase often uttered—

Head has a lump…

"Open!"

The golden-robed youth's face tensed, his throat emitting a deep raspy voice incompatible with his youthful appearance.

As his voice fell, the bulging spot on his forehead stirred.

The crack gradually widened before the eyes.

Once fully parted, what lay within was revealed—a pure black eyeball.

The eye was interwoven with seemingly chaotic lines.

Upon closer inspection, these lines formed a peculiar pattern.

"My ancestor, you've suffered in this place!"

The golden-robed youth's face grew pallid as his third eye opened.

Seemingly spending considerable force opening this eye.

Yet, nonetheless, a faint smile graced his lips...

"Lord, we are approaching the Primordial Mountain Range!"

A thousand miles away from the Primordial Mountain Range, Yang Yan and Jing Hong floated in midair, gazing ahead.

Before their gaze, the sprawling Primordial Mountain Range extended fully into view.

On closer examination, a small notch lay at the mountain's center.

That was precisely Ghostly Abyss.

Yang Yan nodded solemnly.

This wasn't his first glance at Hidden World's vastest mountain range.

Upon viewing again, his heart felt equal awe for its enormity.

Regrettably, as conveyed through legends, prior to the Human Demon war occurring during Ancient Times, it was a sanctuary for all humankind.

Rare herbs and precious trees were once abundant everywhere, now only bare bones and stones remain, barren, desolate indeed.

After a quick wistful reflection, a brilliant blue light surged in Yang Yan's eyes, transforming his view from the visually perceived world vastly.

Jing Hong at his side stood silently, abstaining from disturbance.

After several seconds, the blue light in Yang Yan's gaze faded.

His eyes reverted to normal, frowning deeply.

"Lord, did you discover something?"

Seeing as such, Jing Hong couldn't help but inquire.

Yang Yan shook his head, a touch of disappointment in his demeanor:

"No, a formidable force at the mountain range's center blocks insight, without entering I can discern nothing."

"Let's proceed inside and investigate further. Risks abound here, utmost caution is imperative!"