Deep within an unnamed mountain, Fu Qinglan sat cross-legged with her eyes closed. Although her eyes remained shut, her divine consciousness was fully spread across the surrounding area. She had hidden herself here to wait for Luo Chen, and any living creature that wandered too close was killed before it could discover her presence.

Before her, a circular formation disc lay embedded in the rock. It had remained completely still for a long time, but then it suddenly began to vibrate.

The top-grade spirit stones powering the formation crumbled into powder one after another, and even the supreme-grade spirit stone began to lose its luster. The formation disc was draining their spirit energy at a shocking rate and was even pulling in the ambient spirit energy to sustain the transfer.

Fu Qinglan's eyes snapped open.

Buzz…

The surrounding space warped, and a figure stepped out of the distortion.

"Senio—"

PFFFFTTT!

Before Fu Qinglan could finish, Luo Chen staggered forward and spat out a mouthful of blood. His skin was covered with...