When the Time Is Ripe, We Will Meet; Spirit Marrow
And on Yan Sha's body, Calamity Omen Spiders appeared.
Judging from his cultivation level, he must be a person of great status in this generation.
In this generation of the Yan'e Clan, besides the Remnant Visage Saint Shaman Yan Hua, there is only her younger brother whose name is still unknown.
Nan Xunran smiled calmly, the curve of his lips perfectly timed, and slowly said, "I also look forward to meeting this generation's 'Remnant Visage Saint Shaman'."
Upon hearing this, Yan Sha's face flashed with surprise. Clearly, he hadn't expected Nan Xunran to be able to see through his identity so easily.
He exclaimed in admiration, "You are indeed as amazing as the rumors say!"
As soon as he finished speaking, black mist rose from beneath his feet, completely enveloping his figure.
Those completely black pupils appeared and disappeared in the black mist, before gradually vanishing into the darkness.
Only his words echoed slowly in the air, "My sister asked me to tell you that we will meet again when the time is right."
Pei Zimo frowned slightly, his brows furrowing into a knot, and muttered under his breath, "What? They're leaving already?"
Qiu Lingxuan crossed his arms, shook his head, and said, "Do all those skilled in witchcraft like to talk like this? Leaving behind a vague statement and then leaving?"
The Yan'e Clan has always been proficient in witchcraft and sorcery, with each generation's Remnant Visage Saint Shaman being the most outstanding in this art.
The current generation of the Remnant Visage Saint Shaman is the strongest in history. Although she has not yet been born, the geniuses of various families are basically aware of her existence.
The art of witchcraft is inherently strange, unpredictable, and difficult to deal with. In addition, she is virtually invincible among those of the same realm, making her an extremely formidable and troublesome opponent for the prodigies of various aristocratic families.
Upon hearing this, Nan Xunran pondered for a moment, then flashed into the bottom of the cliff, with the others following closely behind.
Burial Soul Cliff
As soon as Qiu Lingxuan landed, he yelled, "What was that?!"
All eyes immediately focused on his feet, where a dark red flower bud had been crushed under his foot, and thick, blood-like liquid gushed out, emitting a strange aura.
Pei Zimo leaned forward, just about to bend down to check, when he was instantly bound tightly by a force.
He looked around and saw that apart from Nan Xunran standing unharmed to the side, the others had all been bound.
Jin Jinyu looked at the thing that was binding her, and a wisp of smoke rose from her palm. The thing paused for a moment, and Jin Jinyu took the opportunity to cut it off.
She glanced at the crowd and noticed that the vine-like thing was translucent, and she could clearly see blood flowing inside, its source being the flower buds.
Jin Jinyu's lips curled up, and she chuckled softly, "This thing sucks blood."
Pei Zimo and the others broke free effortlessly, and their gazes all turned forward, where the entire road was lined with these flower buds.
Pei Zimo dusted himself off and said loudly, "My lord, I'll clear the way!"
After saying that, his spiritual power suddenly erupted, and he transformed into a phantom, rushing into the flower buds.
With a flick of his wrist, he unleashed streaks of sharp, unparalleled light, the sword shadows crisscrossing as he forcefully carved a path through the dense, impenetrable flower buds.
Then he turned back, his eyes bright and full of anticipation.
Nan Xunran looked at him quietly, a slight smile playing on her lips, and gently patted Pei Zimo's shoulder.
Qiu Lingxuan followed behind, watching this scene, and muttered under his breath, "They're about to turn into dogs."
Pei Zimo, with his sharp ears, heard these words but paid no attention. He merely glanced at him before following Nan Xunran and striding out of the road.
Qiu Lingxuan's eyes widened in surprise, thinking to himself, "This guy isn't angry?"
At the end of the road stood a dilapidated palace, with strange and eerie flowers climbing wildly on its pillars.
The petals were as crimson as blood, shimmering with an eerie light in the dim light.
On the ground, petals piled up like mountains, exuding a chillingly vibrant beauty.
In the center of the palace, an ancient willow tree stood quietly, surrounded by countless shimmering points of light.
Beneath the tree lies a deep, secluded pool, where drooping willow branches gently sway the surface, occasionally splashing up a few mysterious glimmers of light.
Something in the pool was emitting a faint light.
Pei Zimo squinted and examined it carefully. "It seems to be a bottle?"
Pei Ziheng nodded and said, "This should be the Spirit Marrow, a spiritual herb that can directly advance one realm."
Qiu Lingxuan looked around. "Aren't there any guardian beasts?"
As he spoke, he swaggered forward, taking a few steps closer to the pool to test the surroundings.
In an instant, the once quiet willow branches began to dance wildly, whipping towards Qiu Lingxuan in unison.
Qiu Lingxuan dodged left and right, easily avoiding the attacks from the willow branches.
Pei Ziheng remained calm and said composedly, "It seems this willow tree is the guardian tree."
Qiu Lingxuan lightly touched the ground with his toes, his figure as swift as a swallow, breaking free from the encirclement of willow branches and flying back to Nan Xunran's side.
However, the willow branches persisted, stretching out wildly and attacking them aggressively.