The footsteps faded away, leaving only darkness around.
Feeling the presence of others completely vanish, the old Daoist Liuyun sighed slightly, then his gaze turned calm. He picked up the Magic Sword and said self-mockingly:
"A lifetime of caution, yet in old age, I've become muddleheaded..."
With that, holding the Magic Sword, he continuously chanted spells.
He no longer cared about life or death, only hoping to maintain the magic platform, allowing Wang, the Imperial Censor, and the others to break through successfully.
The longer he held on, the greater the chance.
In the night sky, eerie singing continued to echo.
The sound of gongs and drums clanging was maddeningly noisy.
Suddenly, the yin gong abruptly ceased, leaving everything in deadly silence.
The old Daoist Liuyun was not pleased but shocked, a chill rising in his back, and he quickly looked toward the magic platform before him.
Crash!
Inside the wooden bowl, grains spewed out like a fountain.
