The aloof fairy Ling Han had undergone many shifts in temperament lately. After her previous radiant brilliance, she now resembled a startled kitten with its fur standing on end, as though someone had stepped on her tail, utterly terrified.
When the others saw her face turn pale, her sleek dark hair fluff up, and goosebumps rise over her skin, their own scalps tingled as well.
"What's wrong?" Wang Xuan asked, puzzled. Was the battered stone slab they had dug up really that problematic?
"How many... shadows are on it?" Ling Han asked.
The stone slab was only a little over two feet long and just over a foot wide. It was badly damaged, with jagged, uneven edges, as though it had been battered about or chopped by blades and axes.
The slab was covered in cracks, and some places even had fist-sized holes. Most strangely, shadows moved across it—and moved fast.
At a casual glance, it seemed like a mass of shadows struggling. In truth, there were only two and a half. They moved too quickly, crashing chaotically across the slab and dazzling the eye.
That half-shadow seemed connected to one of the slab's irregular holes. It had somehow caused one shadow to lose its upper half, leaving only a pair of long legs scrambling wildly about.
"We... are probably going to die!" Ling Han's face went deathly white.
She looked utterly despairing, inwardly lamenting her terrible luck. This had only been a "gold-panning" expedition, digging for Dao Principle Secret Stone Fragments, yet they had unearthed such a calamity!
A core disciple from the Six-time Limit Breaking Nirvana Dojo was actually this pessimistic. Zhuo Yue, Gu Qing, and the others immediately felt chills crawl down their spines. The situation was even worse than they had imagined.
"Tell me exactly what