Hum...
A strange, low sound rang out, and faint ripples slowly spread through the air.
At the very center of those ripples, an entrance gradually appeared.
The ghosts lurking nearby noticed at once and surged toward it from every direction.
At the entrance, a Golden Core Cultivator was about to strike, but Min Longyu stopped him with a low shout.
"Wait!"
Under the others' puzzled gazes, he explained, "Don't worry. These low-level ghosts serve Elder Bai. He deliberately brought them here to guard the entrance to the Blessed Land. They're friends, not enemies!"
Understanding dawned on everyone.
On closer inspection, it was just as he said. The low-level ghosts showed no hostility when they approached. Instead, they wandered around the group, masking their auras.
That made it harder for ghosts elsewhere to notice the opening of Pill Saint Blessed Land.
Min Longyu looked into the distance. A compass in his hand gave a trembling hum.
After shaking violently, its needle finally settled toward the east.
"Elders, they're still inside Yanfu Mountain."
Ling Fengzi and Canglong exchanged a glance, then the former immediately released a small black boat.
The boat entered the water and rapidly expanded. In the blink of an eye, it had grown large enough to carry around ten people.
Luo Tian Sect's hastily assembled rescue party numbered only seven, so there was more than enough room for them all.
Strangely enough, the black boat sailed freely through Ming Water. The hazy glow around its hull could actually ward off the water's corruption.
Watching from the side, Canglong clicked her tongue in wonder. "I had a taste of Ming Water's power on my journey back years ago. Without the Black Tortoise's help, crossing the Nether Abyss was impossible. Who would have thought another treasure could achieve the same thing?"