Pei Ling's thoughts stirred. His magic power surged throughout his body, and he was just about to defend himself when Mo Lilan's voice suddenly entered his ears. "You're tainted by too many 'causes.' Tell me every one of them!"
At her words, Pei Ling froze for a moment. Once he understood, he immediately took out a blank jade slip and, with a flick of his finger, recorded every memory he had from entering the ninth Post Station onward.
Then he handed it to Mo Lilan.
Taking the jade slip, Mo Lilan immediately pressed it to her brow and began examining it.
Rumble, rumble, rumble...
The earth shook and the mountains trembled as the dazzling radiance of countless spells streaked across the sky and crashed down.
A rain of pale pink petals drifted through the air. Sword Qi stretched across the heavens, roaring like thunder, surging like the sea, and seething with violence.
The Mad Demons in the Nether Heaven Mist fell in droves like wheat in a field at harvest time. They were torn to pieces in droves, then reduced to ashes in droves...
Pei Ling and Mo Lilan stood in midair. The Nether Heaven Mist blocked the probing of Spiritual Sense, so the two of them easily evaded every spell.
In a brief moment, Mo Lilan finished reading the jade slip. She crushed it in her hand, then said coldly, "First determine the 'fruit,' then seek the 'cause.'"
"It is a seed of Gui Sang, and it has also been awakened by the power of the Fusheng Realm."
"If a mortal obtains it, they gain the chance to embark on the path to immortality."
"But for you and me... for me, it's better than nothing!"
The path to immortality?
Pei Ling's heart stirred, but he quickly composed himself. Right