Even the most ignorant young disciples shuddered with horror as they gradually discerned a piece of human skin falling off within the colorful mist; it was certainly no good omen.
Soon, everyone saw the human skin break free from the passage's range, drifting vividly alive in the fierce gusts of wind atop the sky.
"It seems to be… smiling at us!" a young girl's face turned pale.
Once bloated, the human skin bore a blood-smeared mouth, blood dripping constantly, while its eyes resembled an abyss, nodding in acknowledgment amidst the gale.
The night was thick, above the firmament where nowhere else was visible, except for the area with the human skin glowing faintly, making the scene truly eerie and chilling.
"An old god's smile, life or death hangs in the balance!" remarked an elder from the Immortal Road.
"Shut your mouth, don't speak recklessly!" Qian Yuan reprimanded.
