He had slain numerous Evil Spirits.
He wasn't sure if it was his imagination, but Li Chang'an faintly felt his power had improved by a fraction.
However, it was a critical moment.
There was no time for Li Chang'an to dwell on it.
Following the trail of footprints, they entered the third ridge. A dense fog surrounded them, and everything was deathly still, so quiet they could only hear each other breathe.
They had no idea how far they had walked.
The dense fog before Li Chang'an and Leng Yanran suddenly dissipated, and their vision cleared.
Composing themselves, they looked ahead and realized that at some point, they had arrived before a dim, dilapidated wooden door.
All the fog around the wooden door had vanished, revealing intricate, blood-red Array Patterns on the ground below. The Array Patterns were divided into four sections, and the first three all emitted a faint glow.
Only the last Array Pattern seemed to be inactive.
Leng Yanran wanted to get closer to inspect it.
