Under Lu Xiaotian's control, twelve pillars of profound fire shot toward the spot where the void rippled strangely.
By then, the gray mist controlled by hundreds of people had swept toward him. Buddhist light flickered across Lu Xiaotian's body. As soon as the gray mist touched him, it melted away like ice in the sun. The snake-bodied monsters with human heads surrounding them caught sight of the faint Buddhist light and shrieked in alarm, as if they had seen some unspeakable terror. They hurriedly retreated.
Years ago, when he had entered that gloomy ghost realm from the Yehuo Wilderness, Lu Xiaotian had already used the Demon-Suppressing Tower against these ghosts. His mastery of the technique had since grown more than tenfold. The tower naturally held an even greater power over them now.
Buzz... The flying needles formed from the pillars of profound fire struck the spot where the void rippled strangely. A deep blue-green passage suddenly appeared.
From the depths of the passage came pure Buddhist light, mingled with the power of purple lightning, a force Lu Xiaotian knew all too well. It was so concentrated that his heart gave a violent jolt. The power of purple lightning seemed to belong to a lofty god in the heavenly domain, while he was no more than an ant beneath the blue sky and white clouds.
A realization rose in Lu Xiaotian's heart: this place was likely connected to the cultivation technique Ming'e practiced, or to the inheritance he sought. Outsiders entering might only make things worse. Otherwise, after opening the passage, his senior brother, Master Mingyi, would not have left without hesitation.
Though the hundreds of snake-bodied monsters with human heads posed a threat, it would not have been entirely impossible for Master Mingyi to enter while opening the passage. Yet