Moldy air converged from all directions, transforming into lamp oil which then ignited.
The Taoist's body gradually petrified, turning into a wooden carving that bore a hint of terror. It stood in place, head slightly raised, mouth wide open. The multicolored cords in his mouth transformed into a wick, using the moldy air on him and the air absorbed from all around as lamp oil.
Wen Yan felt it. A bit of moldy air also flew out from his body, turning into lamp oil. It burned away, becoming the eerie green light that illuminated the Nether Path.
And the others that flew in from different places, they must be from other people.
Wen Yan watched this scene, sighed, and without saying anything, turned to leave.
Pei Tugou followed and turned to go back. But upon turning around, he could see nothing. Everything he had just seen seemed to have vanished along with the path, and he was lost.
Wen Yan stretched out a hand, rested it on his shoulder, and Pei Tugou could see the path again.
