The dark blue fireball turned into a cold, sinister ring of light, rapidly expanding and distorting in midair until it finally formed the blurred outline of a gateway.
Within the gateway, chilling winds howled and ghosts wailed shrilly!
Although Liang Chen could no longer muster even a trace of spiritual power, he still retained the basic sensitivity of a Daoist cultivator.
He could clearly sense billowing, deathly cold energy pouring from the gateway, as though it connected to the Nine Nether Hells!
The old Daoist Liang Chen was greatly alarmed. Instinctively, he lowered the Coin Sword in his hand and gently pressed his throbbing temples twice with his other hand, trying to clear his muddled head.
Was... was this a temporarily opened Ghost Gate?
Had that burning Message Talisman actually gone to report to the Underworld Office?
Normally, even when Yin Constables opened a Ghost Gate, they would choose specific locations rich in yin qi, such as beneath trees or in graveyards, to conserve their power.
To pinpoint a location so precisely and open a Ghost Gate out of thin air with a simple Message Talisman-the master behind that talisman must have held a considerable rank!
"Clack... clack..."
Heavy footsteps slowly sounded from within the Ghost Gate.
The first thing to come into view was a thick, ancient-looking saber hilt, followed by a guard fashioned from four skulls with savage fangs clustered together, radiating sinister ghost qi.
Before the entire scabbard came into view, a towering figure was already standing within the Ghost Gate.
The man waved a hand casually. An invisible force instantly dispersed the Ghost Mist swirling before the gateway, and he stepped out onto the clifftop.
Who else could the newcomer have been but Master Tiger?
The Ghost Gate silently closed and vanished behind Master Tiger.
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