"Excuse me, miss, may I ask where this place is?" Yi Feng hurriedly climbed onto the altar and asked the Red Dress Girl.
The Red Dress Girl turned her head, her cold and stunningly beautiful eyes swept over Yi Feng for a moment before turning back, her lips pressed together in silence.
"Hey, um, I just wanted to ask, where is this place?" he asked again.
The Red Dress Girl didn't turn her head, her gaze sweeping across the entire desolate continent.
"No way... she can't be deaf and mute, can she?" Yi Feng muttered as he looked at the Red Dress Girl.
The Red Dress Girl still showed no reaction, just calmly gazing into the distance.
Beneath her calm gaze, emotions churned.
"How pitiful," Yi Feng looked at the woman, shaking his head and sighing, "Such a beautiful face wasted on a deaf-mute."
"How sad, what a shame..."
Yi Feng said, then after some thought, he stepped forward and began to gesture, "You, this place..." He then pointed to his head, "Do you know?"
The Red Dress Girl looked at Yi Feng, expressionless.
Then she extended her hand, pointing to the side of the altar.
Yi Feng followed her gaze and only then noticed a man-high stone tablet standing crookedly in the corner beside the altar.
The tablet was half-buried by wind and sand.
And the inscription on the tablet was also covered by a thick layer of yellow sand.
Yi Feng walked to the stone tablet and brushed away the yellow sand with his hand. Three characters were revealed on the tablet.
Dark Shadow Island.
Nothing else. Yi Feng turned to the back of the tablet and brushed away the sand.
"Prison of the Immortal Realm, place of exile for serious offenders."
Yi Feng rolled his eyes and pinched his philtrum hard.
Heavens, it can't be...
Random teleportation had sent him to a place where serious criminals were exiled...
After recovering, Yi Feng put his hands on his hips and glared fiercely at the stone tablet.
Gritting his teeth.
After a while, Yi Feng turned and walked quickly towards the Red Dress Girl.
"Miss, let's form an alliance."
The Red Dress Girl finally turned her head and looked at Yi Feng.
For the first time since the beginning, she truly focused her gaze on Yi Feng.
Her icy eyes showed no emotion.
"I said, let's..."
Yi Feng pointed at her, then at himself. Suddenly, he hooked his two fingers together, "Form an alliance!"
"Together, let's find..."
He separated his fingers, and with his right index and middle fingers, he made a walking motion towards the outside, "A way out!"
The woman's lips twitched, but there was no hint of amusement in her eyes.
Then she turned her head back, remaining silent.
"Ah..."
Yi Feng let out a long sigh, helpless and desperate, "I finally found someone, and she turns out to be mute."
Saying this, Yi Feng walked down from the altar, very disappointed.
The yellow sand swept past, making his clothes flutter. He slowed his steps in the fierce wind.
At this moment, a voice devoid of emotion suddenly came from behind.
"What's your level of power?"
Yi Feng brightened up and turned his head, looking at the woman with surprise, "You're not mute after all!"
The woman didn't react.
"Oh, that's great!" Yi Feng said as he quickly walked back, "Now I don't have to work so hard to communicate!"
Yi Feng ran back and said, "Let me introduce myself, my name is Yi Feng, and I'm at the Human Immortal level."
"Human Immortal?"
The woman's brows furrowed slightly, "How did you end up here?"
Recalling the reason for his arrival, Yi Feng gave a bitter smile, really not wanting to explain, so he changed the subject, "Miss, that's not the important part. The key is, shall we join forces to leave this godforsaken place?"
The woman was taken aback by his words.
Then, her voice came out, tinged with mockery.
"Dark Shadow Island, the space here contains chaotic energy, making cultivation impossible."
"Here, no matter what your cultivation level is, you can only be slowly ground down to death."
"As for leaving, that's just a fantasy."
"And you, a mere Human Immortal... there's no need for you to struggle in vain..."
After saying this, she no longer paid attention to Yi Feng. She took a step to the side, her face showing a hint of a bitter smile and unwillingness, and sat down cross-legged.
Seeing this, Yi Feng felt a surge of frustration welling up in his chest, making it hard to breathe.
After a while, he covered his chest, his face full of bitterness.
"What a cruel fate!"
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