"Fellow Daoist Chen, aren't you going into the well to give it a try?" Qin Zhao asked via voice transmission from the side, her voice carrying a trace of concern.
"Not yet."
Chen Changming shook his head, his expression calm.
He had yet to see through the true nature of this gray mist and did not wish to act rashly.
"Then I'll go give it a try first. I came to Great Void Grotto-Heaven this time to seek an immortal medicine for one of the sect's ancestors as well."
Qin Zhao smiled faintly, then flashed into motion and flew into the well. Her figure was light and graceful, like a butterfly vanishing into the gray mist.
The moment Qin Zhao moved, quite a few others flew into the well as well.
Fortunately, the well was enormous. Even with eighty or ninety people entering it, it did not seem crowded in the slightest.
Within the gray mist, figures flickered in and out of view. Some struggled forward with difficulty, some wrestled in place, while others were flung straight back out.
Only Chen Changming remained in the great hall without moving.
He stood with his hands behind his back, calmly watching the mouth of the well like a stone statue.
Pfft, pfft...
Suddenly, seven or eight figures flew out of the well and crashed into the hall, every one of them coughing blood. Some staggered and fell, some sat cross-legged to meditate, and some were pale as paper.
Amid a series of muffled booms within the gray mist, an old man was crushed on the spot into a cloud of blood.
The bloody mist spread through the gray fog, only to be swallowed by it moments later and vanish without a trace.
The gray mist did not block divine sense, so not