"Seventh Sister."
Dongfang Minghui saw that Qian Wanyu had remained bent over in the same position, not even hearing her repeated calls. Qing Mo floated nearby, occasionally looking at the timeline calculations on the wall.
The densely packed markings on the wall looked like some kind of symbols. After staring at them for a long while, she ended up thoroughly dizzy.
Dongfang Minghui simply walked behind Qing Mo and listened to his unintelligible muttering. After lingering for a while and discovering that both of them were entirely absorbed in calculating the time, she took the Dragon-Trapping Seal back to the Nine Dragons Cave.
The Dragon-Trapping Seal obediently hopped down from her back. "You really want to open it? Don't blame me if there are no memories in the Abyss once it's open."
Dongfang Minghui could not care less. "I don't care. If those memories are there, you have to give them to Seventh Sister." Stepping into the inner cave for the second time, she looked at the dark walls and the nine lifelike dragons upon them. An inexplicable terror still gripped her, as though a mountain weighed on her shoulders. Those enormous dragon eyes were staring unblinkingly at her.
As soon as the Dragon-Trapping Seal entered the inner cave, she sensed the enormous dragons within the walls stirring, eager to move. There was also a great heap of mangled corpses on the ground, a thoroughly revolting sight. She pressed close to the Dragon-Trapping Seal and asked uneasily, "They're moving. They aren't planning to tear me apart alive, are they?"
The pattern matching the Dragon-Trapping Seal appeared in the stone door again. When she turned, she saw the Dragon-Trapping Seal fit perfectly into it. Nine dragons appeared overhead as though riding clouds and mist, crowding together, their presence and aura bearing