As the mountain wind, carrying starlight, poured into the cave, Su Qingxue's skirt was caught and wrapped around a stalstone. She gritted her teeth to pull the blood-stained gauze free, her fingertips stinging from the ice shards—earlier, while fending off the shadow, Lin Zhaoyue's sword qi had frozen a thin layer of ice on the cave walls, which was now melting down the stone crevices.
"All of you, come inside." Ye Fan's voice was very low, his palm hovering protectively behind the others' backs. He could feel the growth rings of the old peach tree in his Inner World spinning in reverse; with every single rotation, a sharp pain like a tiny needle prick pierced his heart. This was a sign of the Unity of Heaven and Man talent being pushed to an overload calculation, yet he dared not stop—when the shadow appeared earlier, he had clearly seen in its silhouette the "old acquaintance" who had severed his Dao Foundation in his past life.
Qin Wǎnshuāng's Wind-Fixing Tripod was the first to land, its thunder patterns weaving into a net across the stone platform to block the darting starlight outside the cave. Chu Hóngzhuāng's Golden Silkworm Gu dropped onto the ground beside her with a soft thud, its body radiating an abnormal bluish-gray. She squatted down, her fingertips brushing over the Gu insect's compound eyes as a soft curse escaped her throat: "The mother worm's spiritual consciousness was scattered by that force; we need to feed it the venomous blood of a three-tailed scorp…
Chapter 292