Before long, Monk Fake also found that five-hundred-year-old "other shore flower."
Li Yan's thoughts raced. He had to understand what connection there was between the other shore flower and the resonance of his bloodline.
Li Yan urgently wanted to verify his conjecture, but he also knew that once he made a move, it would not be as simple as having his lifespan drained away.
That would also be the moment when he suddenly became weak, when all kinds of unknown dangers around him would be most likely to emerge.
After swiftly weighing the degree of danger, he still decided to try. He could not let this opportunity slip away.
For every additional day he remained in the Netherworld, he could not predict what might happen next—especially what had become of Zhao Min and the other three.
When Li Yan picked that other shore flower, the sensation from before indeed appeared again in that instant, and it was even stronger.
At the same time, just like the Dharma cultivator who had picked an other shore flower before him, an unbearable agony immediately erupted from within his body.
Li Yan's reaction at the time had not been feigned. While fully conscious, such inhuman pain suddenly struck him, making his head swim in waves.
In an instant, it was as though all the strength had been drained from his body, and that vanished "strength" surged madly along his arm toward the other shore flower in his hand.
The process was incredibly swift. Almost the instant Li Yan's palm touched the stem of the other shore flower, that "strength" was dragged away.
Everything happened too quickly. Although Li Yan had been prepared, when that pulling force came from the other shore flower—
Even if he had wanted to fling it away with all his