"Even the Heaven-Swallowing Gourd can't devour the purple mist here. It seems the only way is to have the Qian Lei Ship forcibly blast the array open."
"The terrain here forms a natural basin before Purple Mist Mountain, a place where the earth's veins converge. The high peaks open up, with their ridges snaking down to perfectly receive the rising essence qi. With a 'facing mountain' in front and a 'table mountain' behind, it's a perfect geomantic location for entombing and locking away great power. However, someone has deliberately altered the flow of the surrounding earth veins..."
"A feat of this scale would be impossible without at least a decade of planning. I wonder, was this a long-term plot by the Blood Immortal Sect, or has someone else's hard work been co-opted?"
Ying, Mr. Chu, and others from the Prime Minister's Mansion stood aboard an ancient warship.
