On that immortal island, a curtain of light hung like an inverted glass bowl, guarding it securely within.
"This is the ruins of the Yin-Yang Immortal Sect."
Immortal Qingshu spoke, then said with great excitement, "Be careful. We'll enter through the weak point in the formation."
As he spoke, he prepared to lead the group inside.
"Wait."
But at that moment, Chen Nianzhi interrupted him.
Chen Nianzhi's expression tightened slightly, his gaze hesitant as he said, "Though the formation here is damaged, it can still operate. And the immortal vein is merely high-grade. Is this truly the ruins of the Yin-Yang Immortal Sect?"
Immortal Qingshu laughed heartily, then shook his head. "The main stronghold of the Yin-Yang Immortal Sect was seized long ago by a powerful immortal sect."
"This is an immortal abode, a place where the Yin-Yang Ancestor hid his treasures and inheritance. It was also a contingency he prepared for his return through reincarnation."
Seeing this, Chen Nianzhi said nothing further, though he vaguely sensed danger in his heart.
"If you do not even have this much courage, what are you doing exploring ruins?"
"If you dare not enter, then go back. With one fewer person, there will be one fewer share of the treasures."
Suddenly, the Heaven-crippling Daoist sneered and took the lead, flying into the Yin-Yang Abode.
Chen Nianzhi remained unmoved. He swept his gaze around and found the old monk's expression solemn, while Flower Fairy wore her ever-smiling look. Only Prison Suppressor remained utterly impassive.
Prison Suppressor was tall and lean. Beneath his full head of white hair, his eyes were cold and profound. He gave Chen Nianzhi a calm glance before becoming the second to step inside.
Seeing Prison Suppressor enter, Immortal Qingshu smiled. "Everyone, let us go together. That ancient Teng Snake is