The vortex in the center of the toxic swamp spun faster and faster, the turbid mud pushed aside by an invisible force to reveal an ancient stone door beneath, its surface carved with malevolent runes. Purple-black vines crawled all over the door, writhing like living things and emitting a teeth-grating creaking sound.
"Hahaha! It has finally appeared!" Zhào Míngxuān looked like a madman, the longsword in his hand glowing with an eerie blood-red light. "Junior brothers, act according to the plan!"
Five disciples of the Qīngyún Sect immediately scattered, each taking up a position. They bit the tips of their tongues simultaneously and spat out a mouthful of Vital Blood. The blood mist condensed into complex runes in mid-air, slowly landing on the stone door.
Chapter 325