"Senior White, this pit isn't deep... What rank of cultivator is it meant for?" Song Shuhang asked. The unknown was the scariest thing of all. He'd been falling for so long—why hadn't he reached the bottom yet?
"Hmm, for Fifth-Grade cultivators, I suppose," Venerable White said.
Song Shuhang: "Then am I screwed?" Could I splat into a pancake?
"Don't worry. I'm here," Venerable White comforted him.
Boom~~
As they spoke, Venerable White landed first, smashing a deep pit into the ground.
Senior White calmly crawled out of the pit, then raised his hand and formed a seal. Countless soft grains of sand appeared inside the pit.
The grains of sand floated into the sky on their own, catching Song Shuhang, Fairy Lychee, and Northern River's Loose Cultivator and the others behind them.
When Song Shuhang climbed down from the sand, he felt that his legs had gone a little weak. He felt that his Height Phobia probably wouldn't ease until he reached the Fourth-Grade Realm and learned Sword Flight.
"Actually, Shuhang, you could use that 'Lotus Steps' ability before landing," Ye Si's voice rang out in Song Shuhang's mind. Once they were close enough to the ground, they could already use spells and innate abilities. Song Shuhang only needed to use Lotus Steps to stabilize himself.
Song Shuhang: "..."
Suddenly, Fairy Lychee's pupils contracted. She said warily, "Someone's here!"
Song Shuhang turned his head and looked in the direction Fairy Lychee was facing.
He then saw the faint outline of an ancient almighty figure in the distance. She wore an ancient Daoist crown and a Daoist robe embroidered with golden patterns, and sat upon a White Jade Lotus Platform. Above her head was a halo of light like a Bright Moon, concealing her features so that no one could see