Chapter 801: Beware of Penglai (II)
The overwhelming pressure spread to Chu Liang and the others, forcing them against the mountain wall and leaving them barely able to lift their heads.
A solemn-faced figure, clad in black and azure Daoist robes, hovered in midair. He gazed down coldly at Tan Qingfeng, who lay beside the Eye of the Nether River.
"Heh... heh..." Tan Qingfeng let out a bleak, miserable laugh. "So, you've come after all... how unwilling I am to accept this..."
Now it made sense why he had been so anxious and impatient. He had been worried about the arrival of this mysterious Daoist. From the moment the iron-eating beast broke the seal, Tan Qingfeng had known this man would inevitably come. It had merely been a matter of how quickly he would get there.
Unfortunately, due to Chu Liang and the others’ interference, Tan Qingfeng failed to complete his mission in time.
The mysterious Daoist was the one who had destroyed Jiuli’s legacy. He was the very same person Tan Qingfeng had once projected before everyone—Lu Cang.
"I knew you'd come back, but I didn’t expect you to return so quickly," Lu Cang said flatly. His gaze fell on Tan Qingfeng, and his voice remained void of emotion. "This time, you won’t escape. Tell me the incantation to control the Eye of the Yellow Spring."
If this had been any other enchanted artifact, Lu Cang could have easily seized control since he had a high level of cultivation. However, the Eye of the Nether River had been forged by God Jiuli. Without the formation incantation, no one could activate it, unless their cultivation level surpassed that of God Jiuli himself.
For this exact reason, when Lu Cang destroyed this hidden realm last time, he had been unable to do anything with this Nether River. And so, he had no choice but to seal it away.
However, Lu Cang knew that Tan Qingfeng would surely return. And so, he had left a trace of his spirit sense within the seal. No matter where he was, Lu Cang would sense it the moment Tan Qingfeng came back and broke the seal.
Tan Qingfeng had been aware of this all along. Yet, like a moth drawn to the flame, he had no choice but to embrace the fire.