After an unknown amount of time, a misty area appeared before their eyes.
The two sisters' consciousnesses stopped simultaneously, realizing that they seemed to have arrived at some extraordinary place.
The instant they entered the domain.
Two wisps of white mist suddenly appeared in front of them.
By the time they realized what was happening, they were overwhelmed by an overwhelming pressure.
The next moment.
Their divine senses bounced back into their bodies from the top of the sky.
The two sisters, who were sitting cross-legged, groaned and each spat out a mouthful of blood.
But then, the ghost cultivators who had surged into the sky suddenly plummeted from mid-air.
Chunwu and his son's expressions changed.
In the instant of his fall, Wugan swiftly flew back to his son and his son's companions.
"The strange fire has broken its control over me."
He also transformed into his appearance in life, and like Wu Ling, he had empty eye sockets.
His gaze fell on the two sisters who had been helped up, and he realized that the problem lay with them.
What puzzled him was that when they sat cross-legged, apart from the two young cultivators protecting them, Venerable Dongming, Venerable Changliu, and others also silently protected them.
A woman destined for heaven?
But why did he feel that Yan Shanjun and the others had been subtly watching their actions ever since they appeared?
Even they value it so much.
There was even a clear intention to protect them.
He looked at the people present, all of whom were of high status, and none of them seemed surprised by the seductive words spoken by Venerable Chunwu.
Over the course of a thousand years, the cultivation world has changed a great deal.
This made it even more incomprehensible to him.
Song Tingwan was helped up by Shen Zhuochuan, and Song Siyao casually wiped the blood from the corner of her lips before rushing to help her older sister on the other side.
Wan Qiji silently withdrew his hand that was about to help her up, and looked at Song Tingwan with concern along with her.
"The strange fire has disappeared? Can I use some pills on you, and you can sense which ones are effective?"
Song Tingwan nodded politely to Wu Gan, who hesitated before looking at his son.
Wu Ling nodded, "Back then, it was all thanks to Wan'er who saved me; otherwise, I would have perished in a secret realm like any other ghost cultivator."
Wu Gan then nodded.
Song Tingwan started searching again, and several kinds of ghost cultivation pills reappeared in her hands.
One attempt after another.
After the strange fire lost its control over them, it actually became useful.
Song Tingwan understood and stopped.
Then, one after another, spiritual plants and medicinal herbs nourished by ghostly energy appeared out of thin air.
"I don't have enough pills, so I want to refine them on the spot. Can you protect me?"
Song Tingwan looked calmly at A Yao and her friends.
Baili Xijiang was the first to nod excitedly, "Master, don't worry, I will definitely protect you. Do you need my help?"
Song Tingwan smiled and nodded in agreement.
Shen Zhuochuan and Wan Qiji stepped forward silently, while Qin Xi clamored to find some kind of pseudo-divine artifact for defense.
"Sister, you can refine it."
Behind Song Siyao were Wu Gan and his son, Yan Shanjun, and countless other powerful figures, all smiling as they looked at her.
The ghostly energy falling from the sky, along with the astonished Venerable Chunwu and his son, spread the strange fire again, intending to regain control of the ghost cultivators.
“Venerable Pillow Sleep, if you can save these innocent souls, please give it a try.”
"We will protect your safety with our lives."
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