Capítulo 365: Altar

When Shen Lian felt the curse, his bier all of a sudden became clear. He could imagine himself enlaced with a lot of white strands.

Not only were they on his body, they were on his grandmaster's too.

They were covered in a thin film of light which blocked out the white strands, but the white strands formed under the power of curse still persisted in invading their spirit and mind.

All of a sudden the Daoist heart of Shen Lian was excited, it entirely overshadowed the discomfort brought about by the power of the curse.

He and his grandmaster fell to a plot of empty land. To be accurate, it was not just a plot of empty land. The soil was black, and in the middle of it there was a purple circular puddle. When the wind blew, the surface of the puddle did not ripple.

Ziling Fairy let go of the hand. This seemed safer than other places.