Their mental states simultaneously merged into the scroll. The power of divine thought was like a sharp sword, piercing the last three seals.
Brilliant and strange lights burst forth, rushing into the sky, and the scroll trembled slightly; the whole world surged with the same rhythm, resonating with it.
"It's open, finally open." As she watched the scroll slowly unfurl in her hands, Jiang Qiling was so excited she could hardly contain herself.
Mu Hanyan also let out a long sigh of relief, but just then, Fen Qianji suddenly let out a pain-stricken low moan.
The terrifying black flames appeared once again around him, and even the ground beneath him quickly crystallized under the high temperatures, then melted, and turned into masses of fiery red mist that rose up.
Fen Qianji was enveloped in that fiery red mist, his figure gradually becoming illusionary! His vitality, too, quickly dissipating at an alarming rate.
