Dense fog rolled and churned, leaving nothing but void all around.
Li Yan surveyed left and right, his brows slightly furrowed.
He hadn't expected a simple warning to trigger the Hook Paper, could it be that within this Buddhist Sacred Land lay a "Rejuvenator"?
Of course, even if there were, it wouldn't be surprising.
The world is fickle, life and death unpredictable.
What so-called orthodox doctrines of the three religions, heavenly mandates, are nothing but human fabrications. Before the face of Yin and Yang, life and death, everyone is the same.
Of course, Li Yan couldn't afford to think too much at the moment.
There was a large monk outside; he couldn't afford to linger here for too long.
He quickened his pace and moved forward, breaking through the dense fog.
