(There will be an update of ten thousand words later.)
The entire Martial Mansion,
at this moment, seemed to transform into a small world,
with the shadow of the Luofeng Divine Mountain appearing within, yet it did not attract any attention from anyone in Chang'an Town.
Even Cui Baihua outside the gate only looked at the door lintel of the Martial Mansion with confusion.
"Strange..."
She murmured to herself.
Meanwhile, inside the Martial Mansion.
The elderly woman's hands and feet were numb, and she was watching this horrifying scene along with Chen Shishan,
the water of the Yellow Springs trickling, the Divine Mountain towering into the clouds, thousands of innate fierce ghosts created by her own hands, yet they crawled and bowed to someone else,
as if welcoming with ceremony.
"What transaction?"
The elderly woman spoke dryly, her expression slightly flickering, revealing a sense of horror.
