The morning mist had not yet dispersed. The jade stele on the altar cast a faint, cold blue glow through the haze, resembling a severed pillar of heaven. A jade lock hovered atop the stele, the Star-Fall Scripts on its surface resonating with the imprint on Ye Fan's palm. Every carved line was burning hot, as if urging something on. The screeching sound of the rift was already close at hand, like thousands of silver needles piercing the eardrums.
Ye Fan walked at the very front, the peach petals crushed beneath his boot soles making a faint, crisp sound—petals shaken off the old peach tree on the cliffside when they had charged out of the cave just moments ago, which now served as a trail marker guiding them toward danger.
"Ye Lang, on your left." Su Qingxue's short flute suddenly crossed her lips, its notes like frozen springs breaking through ice, sweeping past everyone's ears. Ye Fan's pupils constricted slightly as he noticed that within the churning black mist at the edge of the rift, several grey-blue shadows were crawling out. They resembled apes but had snake tails, their fangs dripping with sticky saliva.
Chapter 294