"ᚾᛃᚨᚱᛃᛦ ᚷᚱᚢᛗ ᚹᛖᚨᚱᛏᚺ" While Ruo'er was immersed in her cultivation, trying to grasp the true meaning of death, Noah appeared to be chanting some incomprehensible words that echoed through the underground room.
The liquid under the platform the girl sat on started to gurgle. Black-colored will-o'-wisps rose from the liquid. Suddenly the atmosphere in the room shifted to the point even Xin Yan's eyebrows furrowed a little.
'This feels rather unpleasant.' She glanced between Noah, the old man Ming, and the Ruo'er; much to her surprise, it was only she who was feeling this sensation.
Woosh!
Her thoughts were disrupted when the flow of the air in the sealed room suddenly changed. A gust of wind appeared; there were no windows or open doors in the room, but the wind grew fierce with each passing moment.
