Those three could not withstand the rain at all. They had been suppressed for too long, and even their immortal bodies had lost all divinity.
The jade butterfly flew onward, leaving faint blue traces behind it, while Ye Lin chased after Ye Lin all the way.
The rain butterfly was extremely fast, and Ye Lin accordingly increased his own speed, clinging tightly to its trail. As he went on, Ye Lin arrived upon an unfamiliar road.
Ahead lay a white road, so pure white that he could even see his own reflection in it. On either side of the road stood white trees.
The trees formed stretches of white forest. At this moment, the entire world was white.
A crescent moon hung high in the sky. Moonlight shone upon the ground, and after being reflected by this snow-white road, it made the forests on either side seem incomparably eerie.
At the end of the road ahead was a patch of darkness, adding several more shades of terror to the atmosphere.
Yet this scene had no effect on Ye Lin whatsoever. He had crawled out from heaps of corpses—how could he be afraid of such things?
In the silent surroundings, the only thing moving along the road was a blue rain butterfly, fluttering through the air and leaving behind a string of blue powder, beautiful beyond compare.
Ye Lin followed behind the jade butterfly, running without pause.
The trees on both sides sped backward madly, while the ground beneath Ye Lin's feet continued to stretch onward, as though it had no end.
"Fortunes told, fortunes told! Three hundred low-grade immortal stones per reading! No charge if it isn't accurate! No charge if it isn't accurate!"
Just then, an aged voice entered Ye Lin's ears. He turned to look and saw an