'To think their strength has regressed so much.'
Having sorted through her memories, Meng Feiyu activated a Spirit Technique. The distant Daoist Puppet Army immediately reacted, silently retreating to the side and clearing a path.
Ling Changqing's expression relaxed slightly. 'As long as she can still control this place, the rest will be much easier.'
The four of them arrived before a small hill, where a ten-zhang-tall, ink-black Profound Iron Gate stood tightly shut. A spiritual glow flickered across the complex and intricate Array Patterns on its surface, its terrifying pressure contained yet palpable.
Meng Feiyu stared at the gate for a moment before a lost memory returned to her. She then, somewhat stiffly, executed several control Seal Techniques.
Amidst a continuous rumbling, the dark gate, which had been sealed for an unknown amount of time, slowly parted and retracted into the mountainside, revealing a wide, arched passageway.
