Little Night Palace Li Fengling

Over a hundred years ago.

Black Mist suddenly appeared within the Illusion Mist Reef. At the time, it wasn't just True Person Skull Ghost who entered; there should have been others as well.

These people, within the ancient city shrouded in Black Mist, all gained something to varying degrees.

There is no such thing as an airtight wall in this world; once many people are involved, it is difficult to keep secrets. Thus, the news that the Black Mist in the Illusion Mist Reef contained opportunities was eventually passed out through certain channels.

This resulted in a significant number of factions entering the Black Mist this time.

Chen Changming swept his gaze from afar and discovered that these monks from Spirit Spring Temple were all quite formidable; their lowest cultivation was at the fourth level of the Nascent Soul Realm, while the highest had already reached the eighth level.

This tall, elderly monk at the eighth level of the Nascent Soul Realm was not participating in the battle, but stood to the side, hands pressed together, silently chanting Buddhist mantras.

"Let's go somewhere else."

Chen Changming said decisively.

If it were a Bone Beast, he would still contend for it, but he had no interest whatsoever in these ghosts and monsters.

The three of them changed direction and quickly departed.

The tall, elderly monk's eyes, which had been slightly narrowed, suddenly snapped open. He gazed in the direction the three were leaving, a hint of suspicion in his eyes.

Among these three, he had heard of two before: True Person Skull Ghost and Black Charm Immortal from Skull Island. These two had mediocre cultivation and were not worth worrying about, but that man who shared his own cultivation level was a formidable rival.

Fortunately, these three were quite perceptive; knowing