As soon as he stepped inside, he felt the earth beneath his feet undulating as if in waves. He looked back, but the way he came was already gone; he had plunged deep into the mountains.
The Nether Souls had also disappeared. Wen Yan restrained his Yang Energy, keeping it within himself to conserve some strength, and just stood where he was, letting the tremors carry him forward.
After more than ten minutes, he suddenly came to a stop in front of a mountain.
Halfway up the mountain, there was a pavilion. A Taoist sat there, smiling at him.
"Young people really can't help themselves. Since you dared to set foot here, you're destined not to return. Why not come up for a chat?"
Wen Yan looked up, grinned, bared his teeth, raised the Incense Candle Ballista, lit the crossbow's arm-candle, then infused the whole ballista with Yang Energy Blessing, pulled the trigger, and in an instant, a scarlet flash swept through the air.
