The starlight inside the cave gradually grew faint, yet the scroll on the stone table grew clearer and brighter. The three characters for "Longevity Pill" seemed imbued with life, trembling slightly across the paper. Ye Fan's Adam's apple bobbed as fragments of ancient characters—which he had encountered in his past life as a mighty practitioner in the Inquiry Realm—suddenly surged through his mind: those runic inscriptions carved into the broken cliffs of Buzhou Mountain, those secret whispers hidden within the subterranean palaces of the Netherworld, now perfectly overlapped with the dark patterns along the edges of the scroll.
"Come over here." He tapped the stone table with a curled finger, his voice three shades heavier than usual.
Su Qingxue hurried over first, the jagged stone chips on her skirt grazing the tip of his shoe. The jasmine scent in her hair mixed with the damp chill from the depths of the cave, drifting straight into his nostrils. Lin Zhaoyue leaned in close behind her, the frost flowers on the scabbard of the Frost Flower Sword brushing against the back of his hand, sending a chill darting straight up his blood vessels to the back of his neck. Chǔ Hóngzhuāng tilted her head, wedging herself between the two of them with the Silver Gu Box spinning in her palm, the antennae of the Golden Silkworm Gu brushing against the edge of the scroll. Qín Wǎnshuāng took her stance last, the thunder patterns of the Wind-Fixing Tripod flickering in and out of view withi…
Chapter 293