Under the long night, the cold permafrost, the Fire Spring glimmering, a deep tunnel extending to the Mysterious Realm spewed thick fog. A copper lamp, with a flame turning from a deep purple to nearly black, almost stained the hand of Earth Immortal Mu Qinghe black.
Her voice trembled, urging again, "Sever this path, it's ominous!"
It's hard to imagine an Earth Immortal showing such a lack of composure. Her face was pale, drained of blood, filled with anxiety and urgency.
The bronze lamp in her hand was no ordinary item; it could detect the intensity of the Tao Rhythm.
Today, Mu Qinghe personally 'supervised the work' and brought this Miracle Treasure, fearing that the Ancestor Masters might encounter 'accidents' again and cause trouble.
Ironically, what she feared came to pass. Just as the road leading to the Otherworld was opened, the aura on the other side just started to flow when an anomaly was detected.
