The so-called Daoists are not all those who endure hardships and practice breathing exercises. Along the way, I have noticed that in Yan territory, anyone with a special skill can claim to be a Daoist.

For example, at least half of our group are actually proficient only in finding directions and even excavating tunnels.

So when I sensed the immense terror coming from the darkness above, I didn't immediately cry out for help.

In fact, at this moment, even if I wanted to scream, I found it difficult to open my mouth.

Because along with the flickering faint light, a rolling darkness, barely discernible, was slowly pressing down on me.

I felt as if I had returned to the high hill, where I was misled by the witch and obstructed by the same chilling sensation.

That coldness descended from above, enveloping my entire body, rendering me unable to move.

What exactly is it?

I widened my eyes, trying to see through the darkness.

But it seemed that up and down had been inverted here. Even though I was lifting my head to look up, I inexplicably felt myself plummeting into the abyss in front of me.

Gradually, not only my body but also my thoughts began to slow down.

"Lu Sheng."

"Lu Sheng!"

Someone was calling me.