The black mist churned like ink, so dense it had almost turned solid, filled with a bone-chilling cold and a rotten aura like all things withering away.
This black mist had actually been formed from death qi concentrated to the extreme!
Sizzle—
Lu Lin shielded his whole body with Thunder True Aura. Streaks of electric serpents roamed about, constantly colliding with and wearing down the sticky black mist eroding in from all around, barely keeping it outside his body.
His mind was stretched taut as he vigilantly swept his gaze across the boundless darkness around him. At the same time, he pushed his sixth sense to its limit, sensing any danger that might strike.
Yet after a while, aside from the black mist surging as if for eternity, there was no other movement around him.
Only then did Lu Lin's taut nerves relax by the slightest thread.
"The aura of this place—is quite similar to the Return Ruins. It's just that those terrifying Undying Wills aren't here. Could this place actually be connected to the Return Ruins?"
Lu Lin pondered inwardly.
At that thought, he could not help remembering that Thunder Spirit from back then.
His eyes shifted slightly, and he immediately concentrated, communicating with the Martial Dao Melting Furnace deep within his sea of consciousness.
Clang!
The heavy furnace lid moved aside by a crack in response to his thought.
"Ahhh! You finally remembered me! Spare me, spare me, my lord! Please don't lock me inside again, don't leave—"
The instant the furnace lid opened, a voice full of terror and sorrow rushed out impatiently, carrying the madness of long imprisonment and a humble plea.
"This Thunder Spirit... actually isn't dead yet?"
Lu Lin was slightly startled.
Back then, his intuition had told him this Thunder Spirit could not