The moss on the cave walls gleamed with a deep, eerie green under the torchlight. As Ye Fan's boot crunched over a loose stone, the Star Map within his Inner World suddenly grew hot. He pressed a hand to his chest as a wave of agonizing pain washed over him—the exact memory of his past life when vines had wrapped around his ankles and dragged him to the bottom of this very cave. Back then, he had thought it an accident, but now he caught a familiar medicinal scent in the air, identical to the "Crimson Flame Grass" decoction the villagers used to ward off plagues.
"Look over there." Qín Wǎnshuāng's Soft Sword flickered gently, its tip reflecting a faint blue light seeping from a crack in the rock wall. The three of them stopped. The light seemed alive, creeping upward along the crevices and weaving a web of stars overhead.
General Lǐ's Dark Iron Saber let out a low hum, its blade reflecting the outline of an altar. Three stone beasts supported a bronze platform, upon which sat seven translucent blades of grass. Each leaf bore a droplet of water, sparkling like a diamond in the blue glow.
Chapter 104