"Whoosh...!"
As the azure light dispersed and Gu Chenfeng's body sank, the scene before him instantly became clear.
Sinister winds howled through the Mountain Valley. At the valley entrance ahead, where the Immortal Tomb lay, Yin Miasma surged ferociously like Ghost Claw reaching outward.
He was already outside the Immortal Tomb.
Gu Chenfeng turned to look around him. Zhang Xiaoyun, Ling Wanshuang, Daoist Qingxuan, and everyone else in the Underground Palace had all been transported out together.
The others were also slowly coming around. When they saw that they were already outside the Immortal Tomb, they were both pleasantly surprised and bewildered.
"What happened? How did we end up outside the Immortal Tomb?"
"Where's that terrifying old Daoist from earlier? I thought I was done for."
"Could that old Daoist have saved us?"
At this point, Ling Wanshuang and the others also regained consciousness.
"Fellow Daoist Gu, what happened in the Underground Palace just now? How did we end up here?"
Gu Chenfeng was the strongest among them, so Ling Wanshuang instinctively thought this might have something to do with him.
Yet at her question, Gu Chenfeng showed the same bewilderment.
"I don't know what happened either. When that blood light shone on me, I fell asleep."
Gu Chenfeng glanced at Zhang Xiaoyun, who had just awakened.
Her gaze flickered, and she said, "I'm not too sure what happened either. Perhaps the Celestial Master saved us."
Although the others were somewhat doubtful, they all felt profoundly fortunate, believing they had snatched their lives back.
Gu Chenfeng also nodded inwardly. Zhang Xiaoyun was rather quick-witted.
As the saying went, riches stirred people's hearts.
If everyone learned about their exchange with Celestial Master Zhang, especially the Celestial Master's Inheritance he had passed to Zhang Xiaoyun and the things he had given