The air in the secret chamber felt as though it had been sucked out, suffused with a suffocating stillness. Ye Fan pressed his back against the cold, engraved patterns of the bronze tripod, clearly hearing the sound of his own Adam's apple bobbing. His left hand gripped the Jiuxiao Huanpei tightly as the Power of the Heavenly Dao within his Inner World surged along the carved lines of the jade pendant toward his fingertips. This was the first time he had ever summoned his innate talent under such immense pressure; a thin layer of sweat slicked his palms.
"Quiet your presence." He chanted internally in a breath so faint only he could hear it, and his Unity of Heaven and Man talent spread outward like ripples.
Behind the bookshelf, Su Qingxue's breathing suddenly lightened by a fraction, the knuckles of Lin Zhaoyue's hand gripping her sword shifted from pale to a normal rosy hue, and the Gu Insect chirping at Chǔ Hóngzhuāng's sleeve vanished into nothingness. Qín Wǎnshuāng's spine, pressed against the stone door, slowly relaxed, even the blade resting horizontally across her lips drooping by half an inch. Using the Power of the Heavenly Dao from his Inner World, Ye Fan had completely blended the presence of all five of them with the stench of mildew, the reek of bronze rust, and the chilling dampness of the stone bricks in the secret chamber.
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