After a long while, the pillar of Black Mist wavered slightly, then slowly collapsed toward the bottom of the abyss.
The mist within the abyss began to churn like boiling water.
Beneath the Black Mist, a muffled, distant roar echoed up from far below, as if something were struggling in utter hysteria.
Before Pei Ling could listen more closely, Ouyang Xianxing grabbed his arm and barked, "Go!"
In the next instant, she pulled Pei Ling and leaped into the abyss. Fang Ji and Xue Ying followed close behind, springing after them.
Like a pebble dropped into water, a tiny whirlpool briefly appeared in the Black Mist, which was growing increasingly turbulent.
A few scraps of torn talisman paper spun within it. The faint light flickering on them was devoured by the mist, leaving not a trace.
At the same time, in the Inner Sect, at the grounds of the Zhaochuan Pulse.
In a secret chamber, Miao Chengyang sensed something, ended his cultivation, rose, and pushed open the door.
On the desk outside, a talisman was burning. Writing swiftly appeared on the paper, which had been blank moments before: "Zheng Jingshan intends to obtain Cold Marrow Fire for Pei Ling. Ouyang Xianxing is leading the group. They have entered Gu Yuan."
"Cold Marrow Fire?" Miao Chengyang frowned slightly and murmured, "The cluster that the Middle Five Pulse announced was already spoken for?"
Quite a few people in the Inner Sect knew of Cold Marrow Fire. It was a natural flame born by chance when the chill beneath the earth accumulated to a certain degree. In most people's eyes, its marrow-cleansing effects were even more valuable than its use in alchemy.
After all, alchemy required talent, but who among cultivators would turn down the chance to cleanse their marrow and forge a