Dusk, thick as ink, dyed the Guixu Inn on the fringe of the Spirit Realm in shades of grey. Hu Yuan and his companions had booked the entire top floor. With a flick of his fingertip, the Hunyuan Sword traced an arcane trajectory through the void, sketching a hidden Formation. A protective grand array quietly unfurled, enshrouding the entire level.
"The spiritual qi here is turbid, as though evil remnants linger," Hu Yuan murmured, his brow furrowing as his gaze swept the surroundings. The lanterns beneath the eaves cast a dim, gloomy glow, and upon closer inspection, wisps of black mist oozed from them—clearly the lingering taint of Nether Demonic Qi. Xiaobai suddenly bristled, her fox tails flaring as seven fierce fox-fires leapt into the air, crackling as they incinerated the encroaching black mist. Her voice was crisp and sharp with vigilance: "Older Brother, something isn't right about this place!"
Long Xianjun stepped forth from the Sun Bead Lesser World, her dragon pressure instantly washing over the space. The Spirit-Devouring Insects lurking between the green brick crevices burst into grey dust beneath the invisible weight. "Someone left in a hurry not long ago," she said, her eyes cold, her tone heavy. "They were tracking the scent of the Soul-Purifying Lotus."
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