After gathering up the spoils of battle, Yun Huaqing walked over.
Like Yu Ning, his attitude toward Su Yi had quietly changed.
He no longer dared regard Su Yi as a junior!
"Fellow Daoist Yu Ning, you must not act so rashly again in the future."
Yun Huaqing reminded her.
Yu Ning nodded. "The same goes for you. Do not be like before, doing things that invite humiliation in front of fellow daoist Su."
Yun Huaqing: "..."
He rubbed his nose, looking rather embarrassed.
Half an hour later.
Su Yi rose from meditation and said, "Let's go."
With that, he headed alone toward the Land of Myriad Treasures, which resembled a sea of mist.
Yun Huaqing and Yu Ning followed close behind.
Mist surged and roiled, veiling heaven and earth like chaos itself.
Countless dazzling, multicolored divine rainbows drifted and danced like schools of fish swimming through the sea of mist, flickering in and out of sight before vanishing in an instant.
Sizzle!
As the mist flowed, it carried threads of bizarre curse power that corroded even the void, leaving behind horrifying cracks.
Yun Huaqing and Yu Ning's hearts pounded in terror, as if they faced a great enemy.
They were departed spirits who had suffered the torment of curse power. Naturally, they knew better than anyone how terrifying such power was.
Without question, the rumors were true. The sea of mist shrouding the Land of Myriad Treasures was highly likely connected to the origin of the Doomsday Cataclysm!
The curse power spread throughout this mist was proof enough!
What reassured them was that with Su Yi leading the way, the surging mist parted to either side like receding tides wherever they passed, not daring to approach them at all.
"The power of reincarnation truly restrains this kind of