A low, droning hum came from afar as an ancient tree burst forth from the magma, its branches burning with ghostly blue flames, while its leaves were covered in frost.
Embedded in the center of the trunk was a white jade coffin, whose lid was engraved with runes resonating with the Reincarnation Realm in her hand, releasing a pull that devoured Divine Sense.
As Si Lingle used Sword Intent to sever the connection, the coffin exploded violently, and the scattered bones transformed into hundreds of blood-red demon butterflies, scattering phosphorescent powder with the flutter of their wings; wherever it touched, plants and grass grew wildly, only to wither instantly.
Si Lingle sat cross-legged, with a phantom shadow of a Qi Stage Primordial Spirit appearing between her brows, her Divine Sense spreading out like a spider's web.
