Qingqiu

Yang Xiaohai hung upside down from the rock strata, staring upward. He had no idea what the surging strange water above his head was. All he felt was his body melting away, his consciousness scattering.

"Quick! Run!" Li Huowang grabbed Yang Xiaohai and kept sprinting. Their bodies were gradually shrinking as well. Beneath them, everything had completely turned into a vast ocean that had come alive. It roared and howled.

The splashing seawater stretched out like tongues, constantly licking up everything dripping from their bodies, determined to swallow them whole.

Yang Xiaohai's head began to swim, and his limbs went weak. Just as he felt he could no longer hold on, he spotted an upside-down temple ahead.

Gilded Sutra Pillars, Treasure Vase Ridge Ornaments, lofty palaces rising in grandeur—vast sheets of stalactites, like backbones, dragged the immense structure upside down against the stone ceiling.

The entire temple was as enormous as a mountain. Even some of its roofs pierced into that bizarre seawater, yet it remained utterly unmoved.

"Senior Brother Li, there's a temple over there!" Yang Xiaohai shouted excitedly, forcing himself to rally.

"I see it! That's Zhongyin Temple—the exit is there! Get over there!" As they ran closer, the hanging temple appeared increasingly immense, its oppressive presence bearing down upon them.

Just as Yang Xiaohai stepped into Zhongyin Temple's bounds, a shattering peal of a bell spread outward from within, breaking the pull between them. Li Huowang stopped before Zhongyin Temple.

"Oh? Yang Xiaohai? How strange." Hearing this, Yang Xiaohai turned and saw Li Huowang studying him with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

That repeated motion was exactly the same as Lu Juren's earlier.

"Yang Xiaohai, how did you get here?" Li Huowang lightly beckoned to Yang Xiaohai, signaling for him to come out.

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