Chen Lin stood on the mountaintop, staring blankly at the Wooden Hairpin in his hand. For a long time, he did not move.
According to Alan, a soul resided in the Wooden Hairpin. It had to be the voluptuous woman from Ancient Bridge Village.
He had never expected her to actually exist, much less to be Alan's sister. In that case, the Yellow Springs Scroll spirit treasure was probably far more complicated than everyone believed.
After reflecting on this for a while, Chen Lin was about to see whether he could awaken the soul in the Wooden Hairpin when he felt the distant space ripple, and the mirage appeared again.
This time, however, it was different. Not only was the scene clearer, but it also covered an extremely wide area.
At the same time, the key to the secret realm-a long strip of jade-began to glow.
Seeing this, he hurriedly placed the Wooden Hairpin in the soul-nourishing liquid and took flight toward the secret realm.
He was not alone. Countless streaks of escapist light rose from the surrounding mountains, all racing toward the mirage. As soon as they entered the area of spatial fluctuations, the figures vanished into thin air.
Some had no keys but refused to give up and wanted to try their luck. They were bounced straight back.
Chen Lin felt his body tighten, then found himself in a dim space.
Evil, dark, oppressive, cold.
All kinds of unsettling auras mingled together, without a trace of the air of immortal splendor he had seen from outside.
His expression changed. He immediately landed, took out the Chongshan Shield and the Red Fire Sword, and had his nine Foundation Establishment Puppets form an array around him.
This was a far cry from what the records described. Either he had been