Song Lan'er saw Ling Tianyu remain silent and didn't ask anything further, quietly observing everything before her.
Even Haotian Saint Supreme and the others didn't know what was happening; behind them was a temple for the dead, a temple dedicated to that powerful woman.
Inside, there would be her statue, worshiped by many, relishing offerings from thousands.
Now the front is covered by mysterious clouds, how to see through it? How to understand it?
Impossible to see through.
Ling Tianyu waved his right hand, sending a gust of wind trying to disperse it, but unfortunately, the wind vanished into the clouds like a stone sinking into the sea, having no effect at all.
Ling Tianyu's heart grew heavier; he leaped into the air to take a look and found the sky above was also filled with clouds, impossible to bypass.
This place was becoming more and more eerie, especially after an unexpected tremor.
