The Seven-Tribulation Artifacts

Several more days passed.

Fang Shu explained the Mystic Script in the Blood Mother Scripture, character by character.

During this time, he also noticed that Er Daiyuan clearly found it easier to cultivate the Blood Mother Scripture while staying in this Underground Palace.

Returning a peach for the plum she had given him, he simply used up almost all the strands of Dragon Qi he had recently acquired, swiftly comprehending the scripture's Mystic Script so that he could guide her.

His exposition came to an end.

Er Daiyuan remained immersed in the scripture, unable to tear herself away, her expression dazed.

She was delighted both by the opportunity she had obtained and, even more so, by Fang Shu's abilities.

"With insights like yours, my dear Fang, I fear even among the Foundation Establishment immortals in the temple, few could surpass you," Er Daiyuan sighed again.

Hearing this, Fang Shu rose and answered with a faint smile, "You flatter me."

Seeing him rise, Er Daiyuan's expression immediately turned hesitant.

She stood as well and asked, "Are you leaving this place?"

Fang Shu nodded frankly, then surveyed their surroundings, beginning to identify the Underground Palace's structure and formation layout.

The Blood Mother Scripture they had received included records concerning the Underground Palace and the Blood Lake, so they naturally knew how to leave.

This palace had originally resembled an enormous coffin and outer casket. Over the years, however, it had overturned, leaving its interior inverted and displaced, while its exterior jutted high like a reef.

Even so, they only needed to feel their way along the various traces to find an opening and leave.

The only difficulty was the sinister blood surrounding the Underground Palace. Immortal cultivators dreaded it, and they would have to take care not to let it touch their