Three months passed in the blink of an eye.
Ye Haitang sat cross-legged on a cushion, the Myriad Ghosts Token floating before her. A mass of black Core Fire enveloped the Myriad Ghosts Token, while Zhao Meier stood atop a black high peak.
She opened her cherry lips and spat out a large mouthful of Essence Blood, which vanished into the Myriad Ghosts Token. Countless mysterious runes abruptly lit up across the token. At first glance, they looked like runes, but upon closer inspection, they resembled Vicious Ghosts of all manner of shapes, baring fangs and brandishing claws in a chilling display.
With a flash of dark light, the Myriad Ghosts Token swelled dramatically, becoming like an enormous black pavilion. Countless ferocious Ghosts could be seen within.
Zhao Meier's body flew uncontrollably toward the Myriad Ghosts Token. A powerful suction force surged from the token, and the chill wind howled fiercely.
"It's been half a year. You're leaving this place, aren't you?"
Zhao Meier said with a frown.
"I fled here to evade the pursuit of Nascent Soul Cultivators. If I go out now, wouldn't I be walking straight into the tiger's jaws? The environment here is quite nice. I'll stay another ten years or so before considering it."
Ye Haitang stretched lazily and said with a smile.
She wanted to leave as well, but she could not simply go along with Zhao Meier.
"Nascent Soul Cultivators? Wonderful. This Palace has not eaten a Nascent Soul in a long time. I can feast properly and replenish my vital energy. The space here is unstable, with many spatial rifts. If your luck is poor and a rift storm erupts, even a Nascent Soul Late Stage cultivator will perish without a burial ground."
Zhao Meier said emotionlessly.
"A rift storm? You mean