Chapter 483 - 462: Second Update
Master Chang Ling took steps toward the formation, while Chang Yu anxiously glanced around, suddenly feeling a disturbing premonition. However, he couldn’t help but assist Master Chang Ling, who was acting for the sake of Qiandao Temple.
As Master Chang Ling advanced step by step, Chang Yu’s heart rose bit by bit. The moment Master Chang Ling stepped into the formation with one foot and swiftly followed with the other, the temporarily closed formation reactivated the spells instantly. The two people lying on the ground remained motionless. Only then did Master Chang Yu’s heart settle back into place. Unknowingly, he had clawed his own palm open.
Those two disciples of Ghoul Ravine, still maintaining their positions lying on the ground, had not moved, but their eyes were now wide open. Behind the clouds, the moonlight shone, casting a long shadow that slowly approached them, passed through their bodies, and continued moving slowly.
The moment Master Chang Ling entered the formation, he had sensed an increasingly intense aura inside, entirely different from that of Qiandao Temple. Taking a deep breath was enough to make his heart race, his breathing rapid, yet the sensation was thrilling, reviving him in an instant as if the aura was a type of poison.
Had it not been for that day when he stood behind Master Ling Yi and caught a whiff of this aroma, he could never have imagined what was happening to him – it felt as if countless insects were crawling all over his body, his bones itching intolerably.
At that moment, Chang Ling felt a sudden surge of strength in his limbs, as if he had boundless energy throughout his body.
Yet this feeling was completely undetectable outside the formation, where his whole body felt even more uncomfortable.
Despite this, what Chang Ling wanted most was to understand what was happening to him. He knew something was terribly wrong with his body, but he couldn’t forget the sensation he experienced when he accidentally inhaled it as those two first entered the temple gates. It was like being able to breathe suddenly after being suffocated underwater.
The shadows on the ground remained still, but Chang Ling clearly sensed the breathing of the two men. Standing inside the formation, all his senses sharpened. The breathing of the two was extremely weak. Their decrepit bodies were filled with that mysterious, eerie aura, swirling tumultuously as if it might soon burst forth.