Alan was Yun Xiumian's sister. Her origins were mysterious, and she was sure to know plenty of secrets. Chen Lin looked at her expectantly, hoping she could offer some advice.
To his disappointment, however, Alan did not know either.
She shook her head. "This thing only manifests once every ten thousand years or more. Apart from those old monsters, no one has ever experienced it, so naturally, no one knows much about it. Besides, this time is supposedly different. It's hard to predict exactly what will happen."
Then she looked at the white bones beneath their feet, her expression grave. "But if these bones were all left by people who died here in the past, things probably won't turn out well. We need to be careful."
Chen Lin nodded.
It seemed no one knew anything concrete about the Immortal Stele. They could only wait for whatever happened next. Surely it had not dragged them in just to leave them standing here.
At that moment, Shen Baiquan spoke. "Fairy Alan, how did your investigation go? Was there anything unusual farther away?"
Understanding dawned on Chen Lin. She had not come because she had heard their call; she had been investigating the surroundings.
Alan shook her head again. "It's even darker farther away, and the space is extremely turbulent. Apart from there being fewer bones than here, nothing is different."
Then she hesitated before adding, "But I did notice something. It seems the higher the grade of someone's innate talent, the closer to the Immortal Stele they landed when they were dragged in. Those with poorer innate talent landed farther away. I don't know whether that means anything."
"There's a rule like that?"
Shen Baiquan looked surprised and glanced at Chen Lin and Luo Qinglan. Both of them seemed to have come