"Almost forgot."
Wen Ping turned back, the Cyan Lotus Sword immediately unsheathed, transforming into a cyan light that flew towards the Heaven Covering Tower's Heaven Unrestricted Middle Realm cultivators.
One sword slashed down two people.
After the Cyan Lotus Sword returned to its sheath, Wen Ping entered once again, greeted by endless darkness and chill.
This chill was far colder than the lakebed, even more biting than ice or snow, as if it seeped into the bone marrow.
Of course.
Wen Ping did not mind this coldness.
With a lift of his hand, he gathered a clump of Cyan Lotus Flame that slowly ascended into the air, illuminating the surrounding path and dispersing the bone-chilling cold.
When he saw everything before his eyes clearly, Wen Ping realized he was actually inside a grave. Around him were endless Stone Coffins, stacked with thick layers of dust, exuding a sinister aura, and because the end could not be seen, it felt eerie.
