The mist grew heavier and heavier in the Immortal Bridge Blessed Land. Daoist Jin Lu stood beside the collapsed immortal bridge, his heartbeat gradually accelerating.
The mist came with ferocious momentum. He had noticed it and wanted to leave, but it was already a bit too late.
Suddenly, a miserable scream traveled out of the mist. Daoist Jin Lu's heart skipped a beat, knowing someone had fallen victim.
Then another miserable scream rang out, and after that, the screams were endless, coming from all directions of the Immortal Bridge Blessed Land.
Chen Shi was right; this place is indeed extremely perilous. We should leave first!
Daoist Jin Lu did not hesitate any longer, immediately heading in the direction Chen Shi had left.
He concentrated fully, the divine shrine floating behind his head and the divine embryo presiding within, condensing a strand of sword qi that illuminated the surroundings to guard against the dangers within the fog.
What he practiced was the Flying Immortal Sword Scripture. Rumors stated that this cultivation method could achieve a Corpse-Liberated Immortal, and the final step was to use the sword one refined to die in one's place, tricking the underworld attendants while the true body cast off the register of the dead and drifted away in carefree ease.
This sword scripture was the supreme ultimate art of the Taishang Haoyuan Palace. It was not as minute and abstruse as the Profound Micro Sword Scripture, but cultivating a breath of sword qi made its might terrifyingly great and indomitable.
Screams rose and fell around him one after another, and scholars met with disaster every moment.
Daoist Jin Lu quickened his frantic run, flying forward like a flash of light.
He sprinted rapidly for over a hundred miles, calculating that he should be near the end of