At these words, Chen Heng's eyes flickered slightly, and a trace of surprise inevitably appeared on his face.
Beside him, Chen Yu, his face streaming with blood, opened his eyes even wider and shuddered all over. His throat bobbed several times, as though he wanted to say something, but in the end he forced himself to hold back.
He merely fumbled a brocade handkerchief out of his sleeve to wipe his face. After wiping away the blood, he bowed his head deeply and stood in attendance with his hands lowered, without uttering a word.
Yet the fear and reverence on his face remained difficult to conceal.
Even his sleeves were trembling slightly, his feelings plainly complicated...
Seeing that the scene had suddenly fallen so quiet that one could almost hear a pin drop, the atmosphere rather delicate,
Chen Yufu also drew a deep breath and respectfully took a jade casket from his sleeve. He opened its seal, revealing a wisp of hazy, primordial vapor slowly rising and falling within.
In the blink of an eye, the vapor leaped gently upward. Immediately, a great radiance blazed before everyone, like hundreds upon thousands of blazing suns rising in the east. For a time, they could not even make out the space three inches before their eyes, unable to see anything!
At their ears, they heard only Dharma Conches sounding and heavenly music drifting melodiously...
At that same moment.
Xiaoming Great Marsh.
Within a splendid immortal spirit land where mist and haze soared.
The two Dao Lords, Tong Xuan and Weiling, had been seated across a table in a pavilion, playing a game. Black and white stones formed a dense, dazzling expanse.
But suddenly, both stopped placing their stones at the same time, exchanged a glance, and smiled faintly.
Weiling stroked his long