The morning mist completely dissipated, and the golden-inscribed archway of Cold Plum Valley gleamed with an icy brilliance under the rising sun. Ye Fan gripped the dark iron token tightly, his fingertips feeling the raised characters "Nether" on its surface. The black mist seemed alive, slithering along his palm into his veins. He channeled the power of the Heavenly Dao from his Inner World to suppress it, and the black mist instantly curled up into a ball, emitting a sizzling sound against the token's surface.
"Senior." He walked over to Mo Liusu. Plum blossom petals fell upon the blood-stained cyan robe, resembling the bloody plum blossoms he had witnessed in a past life when he was in the Inquiry Realm.
Before his assassination and fall in his previous life, the final scene had been that of falling blood plum blossoms. Yet, at this moment, not a shred of old hatred stirred within his heart—only vigilance toward the man in the cyan robe before him, Ye Wuji. "What on earth is it... that the Soul-Locking Spikes cannot trap?"
Chapter 338