The paper house instantly expanded, its walls only produced a slight crackling sound under the fog’s corrosion, yet there was not a single crack.
Song Yan took a deep breath and took out the "Mini Heavenly Dao Gathering Array", scattering array flags across the gorge. The array plate rotated slightly, causing the surrounding fog to gather slightly here, thus further protecting the paper house.
The fog fluctuated in density, still within the normal range. A "Mini Heavenly Dao Gathering Array" is just a small "suction device" and does not cause abnormalities.
In the next mont, he pulled Pei Xuehan into the paper house. Seeing the latter about to speak, he raised a finger, making a "silent" gesture.
Pei Xuehan moved her beautiful eyes, staring at the mysterious paper house in astonishnt, but was soon startled. Although she made no sound, she still raised her hand, pointing to the wall not far away.
Song Yan had seen it already.
As the fog thickened, the paper house endured a new wave of "intensity test", but this ti it was not just a "slight crackling", but there was a bit of a small crack. It was manageable, withstandable.
After doing all this, Song Yan pulled Pei Xuehan into the house.
Since there were wolves in front and tigers behind, he might as well hide and let the tigers confront the wolves.
He wasn’t entirely confident, but since the opponent aggressively seed to be in a rush and extinguished the three "Shadowless Illusion Crow Shadow Puppets" he left behind, then... it’d make sense for him to have "quickly entered the next Secret Realm" because the opponent was not targeting him, so they wouldn’t deliberately linger here to search for him valley by valley.
Now, he stood at the paper window in the paper house, watching the thick fog outside the courtyard flowing like gray silk on the sky.
Inside the house, it was eerily quiet.
Neither of them spoke.
Song Yan intertwined his fingers, realizing: he knows nothing about the people or events linked to this Soul Threshold of the Specter King!
He felt as terrified now as when the "First Raid on Nanwu Sword Sect" happened on South Bamboo Peak.
Back then, he was panic-stricken, sprinting frantically, resembling a little punk, even burrowing into the snow, pretending to be a snowman to hide.
At that ti, he was only Refining Profound Third Layer, while outside were high-level Refining Profound cultivators, even Crimson Palace cultivators.
Now... it’s about the sa.
He thought entering the Purple Mansion realm already gave him a say, but... that’s only in small nations.
As he pondered, he suddenly felt a pair of soft hands gently covering his, looking up to et Pei Xuehan’s tender eyes, where decades of companionship and mories quietly flowed, possessing a healing magic for the soul.
Those eyes seed to be telling him "Whether in life or death, accompany you, never leave nor forsake".
This sweet emotion akin to "legendary love" suddenly invaded Song Yan’s heart, making him feel the deeper bond with this woman within his divine soul.
So deep... that he began to be wary and frightened.
Because he has realized: their acquaintance and love happened within a re few days, as if a hand forcibly connected a red string between them.
...
Ti seed to have passed very long or perhaps just a short while, when suddenly a weird and noisy shrill sound ca from afar.
It seed like the sound of countless mosquitoes and flies sticking together, buzzing like a long bell toll, roaring like a deep-sea volcano, whistling like a pitch black whirlwind, exuding a heart-throbbing natural disaster aura, full of powerful oppression.
This oppressive feeling, even the cries of strong cultivators pale in comparison.
Pei Xuehan hugged Song Yan tightly.
Song Yan’s own face turned a bit pale.
But he quickly cald himself, staring outside coldly with relentless and ruthless eyes, while secretly grasping the Myriad Souls Banner, ready to strike at any ti.
A mont...
An instant...
The ti of a stick of incense...
An hour...
A day...
Ti passed quickly, but after the sound arose in the distance, it never appeared again.
Song Yan simply sat cross-legged, unable to probe outside the valley with his divine sense, better to conserve energy.
He had a subtle feeling that maybe... the major changes at the Soul Threshold of the Specter King were not far off.
With the entry of strong cultivators and Ancient Tooth, many things were heading towards the endpoint, drawing to a close.
But he knew very little about these matters, relying only on guessing.
Yet he couldn’t even recognize all those involved, how accurate could his guesses be?
The paper house remained pale, its dim light only outlining the silhouettes of the two.
Outside the courtyard were drifting dense fog, beyond were endless clashes.
This mont was already the most dangerous and unknown situation Song Yan had ever encountered.
In Cold Pool Valley, at least he knew Fox Granny and Gu Huangzi wanted him dead.
In Misty Sea, he at least knew his opponents were Red Granny and Ancient General.
But now, he wasn’t even sure who his opponents were because in their eyes... he might not even qualify as one.
He wasn’t the center of this event.
Now, he had no choice but to delay entering, stay out of it for now.
Yet he knew, if the Soul Threshold of the Specter King was destined to end, then even hiding here, how long could he evade?
But he kept hiding, or waiting.
He’s always been patient.
His mind didn’t weaken with the passage of ti; instead, it grew more frenzied.
His eyes filled with murderous intent, borne from fear, anger, despair, excitent, even viciousness.
His brain raced, yet he quietly suppressed it with conserving energy, only waiting... for the rebound mont.
...
After an uncertain amount of ti...
Song Yan heard a faint "click-click" sound again, a sound of cracking.
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