The Other Shore was never set in stone. Primal Celestial Venerable and the others had not returned for a long time, and things that had once been effortless had already undergone earth-shaking changes.
Luo Zheng was hesitating. Should he wait for Feng Ge until the Blood Mist appeared before leaving, or force his way through directly?
If there really was a Blood Mist Curse as Primal Celestial Venerable had said, that would be ideal!
"Senior Primal Celestial Venerable, I wonder if the Blood Mist Curse still works?" Luo Zheng asked, somewhat doubtful.
Primal Celestial Venerable said flatly, "Try it, and you'll know."
Like the Illusion Breaking Curse, the Blood Mist Curse was not difficult. Luo Zheng mastered it in less than the time it took an incense stick to burn, then walked to the edge of the circular platform.
Seeing what Luo Zheng was doing, Feng Ge and the other Yang Souls were puzzled. They thought he was going to imitate that short Yang Soul and tease the Golden Winged Birds.
Then Luo Zheng began muttering, chanting something under his breath.
As Luo Zheng chanted, the boiling blood in the abyss below the mountain began to churn even more violently, as if some savage beast were about to crawl out of it.
When the boiling blood reached a certain intensity, wisps of bright-red blood mist drifted upward!
Feng Ge and the Yang Souls widened their eyes at once.
"The blood mist appeared so quickly?"
"No, that's not right. He can summon the blood mist?"
"I've never heard of such a method..."
The Blood Mist Curse was not a complicated technique, but the Origin Spirit Race had experienced such a long passage of time that the method had been buried in history. Of course, a small number of people still knew