Earlier, they were still discussing what to eat after going out tomorrow, but who knew a sudden mutation would occur.
One of the disciples unexpectedly died just like that.
"Look over there!"
At this mont, soone raised their head and pointed into the distance.
From all directions of this Heaven-Flipping Ghost City, a purple fog unexpectedly started to erge!
The fog slowly rose, then gradually moved towards the direction where everyone was gathered.
Imdiately, all the experts from the various sects leaped up to the rooftops.
"Everyone, co closer, keep your distance from that thing, and do not inhale the purple fog!"
At this mont, a figure appeared in the central street where everyone was gathered!
It was none other than Yan Zhentao from dical King Valley.
He looked seriously at the purple fog in the distance.
All the sects and families began to quickly gather in the center.
"Brother Yan, what is that?" At this mont, Yu Fengxian from the Iron Saber Sect approached Yan Zhentao and asked.
"It’s a kind of miasma from Cloud Wasteland," Yan Zhentao said gravely. "It originates from Shuing Marsh in Cloud Wasteland, but I don’t know why this miasma has appeared here."
"Shuing Marsh."
Yu Fengxian’s expression also changed. Shuing Marsh is an extrely dangerous place in Cloud Wasteland, a place said to be avoided even by ghosts.
Li Changqing and the others were also looking at that purple fog, and Li Changqing knew in his heart that it was probably the Longevity Sect’s doing.
However, what was the Longevity Sect trying to accomplish? Were they planning to use this miasma to poison all the experts from Eastern Wilderness here?
Isn’t this sowhat of a joke?
The miasma is indeed powerful, but there are many Grandmaster level experts here. Using this miasma to contend with Grandmasters and annihilate them all is nothing short of a fool’s tale.
"Elder Yan, what should we do?" soone quickly ca up and asked.
"Everyone, don’t panic," Yan Zhentao said at this mont. "This miasma is certainly formidable, but as long as you don’t breathe it in, you’ll be fine. Moreover, we from the dical King Valley ca prepared with various antidotes."
"Qingge," Yan Zhentao shouted into the distance.
"Uncle Yan," Mu Qingge stepped forward and took out a small bottle.
"Inside this is the Clear Spirit Liquid from our dical King Valley, which can neutralize all poisons. As long as we apply this substance to our noses, there will be no problem," Yan Zhentao added. "But there are too many of us for everyone to apply it individually."
"Fetch so water, I will pour the Clear Spirit Liquid into it, and we’ll soak cloths in the mixture, then wear them over our faces to avoid poisoning."
Yan Zhentao instructed everyone.
"Great idea!"
So disciples quickly went to fetch water from the ancient well of Heaven-Flipping Ghost City.
In a short while, the water was ready, and everyone lined up to soak their cloths and cover their noses and mouths.
Fortunately, the miasma approached very slowly, giving everyone enough ti.
Otherwise, it would have been very easy for most people to fall victim to it there.
"Aren’t you going to do it?" Xue Qianbai asked, looking at Li Changqing.
He noticed that Li Changqing hadn’t gone to get a cloth.
"I don’t need to."
Li Changqing had a mask on his face; how could he use a cloth to cover his nose and mouth?
Removing the mask would expose his identity, wouldn’t it?
So, Li Changqing decided not to worry about it, since the miasma had no effect on him anyway. Li Changqing’s Divine Soul power enveloped the surroundings, forming a simple shield.
The miasma couldn’t reach him; after all, he was doing it secretly, and nobody else knew he was using his power.
Xue Qianbai gave Li Changqing a surprised look but said nothing more.
Like everyone else, she used a damp cloth to cover her face.
After all, not everyone had the ability to use their Innate True Essence indefinitely like Li Changqing. They needed to conserve their energy here.
anwhile, everyone beca more alert because the ergence of this miasma was very unusual, indicating a great danger might be approaching.
Everyone felt that compared to the danger to co, this miasma was rely an appetizer.
Gradually, the miasma enveloped everyone.
The purple miasma slightly obscured vision, making it difficult to see clearly.
But fortunately, the Clear Spirit Liquid from the dical King Valley was indeed effective, and no one else got hurt by the miasma.
"Be careful, we don’t know when another danger may arrive. Stay vigilant and beware of enemy ambushes,"
So of the strong instructed their disciples.
The tension rose to their throats.
"Dashan, go fetch more water," at this mont, a senior of the Iron Saber Sect ordered a disciple. "The cloth is almost dry."
"Yes!"
The disciple nad Dashan hurriedly ran with a bucket to fetch water.
The ancient well was not far from where they stayed.
Dashan had fetched water several tis before and was quite familiar with it.
However, after a mont, Dashan suddenly ran back with an expression of shock, shouting, "Elder, sothing’s wrong!"
"What has you so flustered?" the elder of the Iron Saber Sect frowned.
"The well... the well is gone!"
Dashan said with a face full of horror.
"What!" The elder was a bit surprised but still said, "What nonsense, how could a well disappear? It must be that you couldn’t see the path and got the wrong place."
"Impossible, it’s definitely right there," Dashan insisted that he wasn’t mistaken.
At this mont, Yu Fengxian said nothing and headed towards the well.
After a while, Yu Fengxian also returned and shook his head, saying, "That well is indeed gone."
These words sent a chill down the spine of all the strong in Eastern Wilderness.
How could a perfectly fine well just vanish?
Do wells run away on their own?
Disciples from Mountain Ancient Land and Zhanhe Mansion clustered together, while Li Changqing moved closer to Li Hengsheng, ready to act if necessary.
Ti ticked away slowly, everyone on alert for changes, but keeping silent.
This was not the ti to run around and easily fall into a trap. What they needed to do now was wait.
Wait for the situation to change.
The atmosphere beca very oppressive.
Oppressively uncomfortable, as if they could hear their own heartbeat.
Finally, after two hours, the purple miasma began to gradually dissipate, blown away by the wind.
Everyone could finally see their surroundings clearly again.
This was a relief for many.
However, when the miasma completely vanished, all the strong from Eastern Wilderness were shocked by what appeared before them.
In front of them appeared a colossal Imperial City!
The Imperial City was grand and majestic!
Vast and boundless.
In front of this Imperial City, everyone felt like a re drop in the ocean. The aura that seeped out from the city, surviving unknown ages, was still so sharp.
It made everyone feel a heavy sense of oppression.
"The Imperial City of Heaven-Flipping Ghost City..."
One of the strong murmured in a daze.
The entire Heaven-Flipping Ghost City was incomparably vast, and over the years, no one who participated in the Ghostly Realm trials had ever reached the Imperial City.
Thirteen days is not enough to reach the core of the Imperial City.
Today, they unexpectedly saw the Imperial City.
There was once a legendary figure within this Imperial City.
The Heaven-Flipping Ghost Lord!
A once invincible strongman of an era.
A true land deity!
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