Hung Up

As they spoke, the three had already arrived before Mystic Response Hall.

Looking up, Xu Ye and Lu Huan both raised their brows.

The entire temple of Mystic Response Hall was wrapped tight in green vines. Its flying eaves, bracket sets, ridge beasts, and plaque were all hidden from view, leaving only a massive outline.

Like an incomparably huge green egg, it lay quietly at the end of the long street.

The vines covered its exterior in dense layers, each as thick as a bucket, twisted and tangled like giant snakes entwining one another, their surfaces gleaming with an oily sheen.

Lu Huan unconsciously shrank back behind Shen Hui.

Shen Hui's expression did not change. He raised a hand, and several crimson threads of fire shot from his fingertips, slicing toward the surface of the vine mass like sharp blades.

"Hiss!"

Where the fire threads passed, the bucket-thick vines snapped apart.

Green sap burst from the severed ends, spraying forth like springs and waterfalls.

As if in pain, the vine mass began to tremble violently.

Countless vines writhed and contracted, making strange hissing sounds like venomous snakes flicking their tongues.

Without waiting for it to react, Shen Hui sent out several more threads of fire in quick succession.

The layered walls of vines were forcibly cut open, revealing a pitch-black entrance within.

A dense stench of rot poured from the opening.

Shen Hui summoned a gust of Clear Wind to disperse the foul air, then stepped inside.

It was even darker within the hall than outside. Only several wisps of green light, leaking through gaps between the vine leaves overhead, cast a dim glow over the floor.

Xu Ye and Lu Huan followed him inside. Once their eyes adjusted to the darkness, they finally saw the scene within the hall