The Danling absorbed and exhaled the Fu Shou flame, an ethereal scent enshrining the Immortal Fate.
With the incense smoke billowing like the auspicious Purple Qi coming from the east, the entire room seemed to be misty and enveloped like a temple in the clouds.
At this strange sight, Mu Jin Yi was entranced with wide, unfocused eyes, as if being led to another world following the fluctuations of the incense smoke.
Her delicate body trembled slightly, growing hazier amidst the smoke.
Zhou Dao felt a slight stir in his heart.
He had heard from Uncle Qin, the gatekeeper, that the ancients offered incense to the gods as a way of guiding their way.
Mere mortals recite the names of gods and Buddhas, using the incense as a path for the latter to descend, bringing divine skills along.
At this moment, as Zhou Dao and his group burned the Danling Fu Shou incense, it seemed as if they attained an unseen divine guide in the darkness.
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