The mists of the Immortal Bridge Blessed Land grew heavier, as Daoist Jin Lu stood beside the collapsed immortal bridge, his heartbeat gradually quickening.
The mists approached ferociously, and by the time he noticed them, it was already a bit late to leave.
Suddenly, a chilling scream pierced through the mist, making Daoist Jin Lu's heart skip a beat. He knew someone had fallen victim.
Another scream followed, then another, the cries of despair echoing endlessly from all directions in the Immortal Bridge Blessed Land.
"Chen Shi was right, this place is indeed extremely dangerous. I should leave immediately!"
Daoist Jin Lu hesitated no longer and quickly moved in the direction Chen Shi had gone.
Concentrating fully, his divine shrine floated behind him, with the Divine Embryo anchoring it. He condensed a stream of Sword Qi, illuminating the surroundings, wary of the dangers lurking in the mist.
