Hong Yuan, Xu Zhuqing, Kong Yuzhen, and the others nearby held their breath, gazing up at the strange phenomenon in the sky, a little excited.
But right then—suddenly—a crisp crack split the air, like something shattering in an instant, and all at once everything fell silent, leaving only a pillar of smoke blasting upwards, piercing the heavens.
It failed!
Everyone here was at least a True Qi Realm martial artist, so they could handle the shock of the Immortal Worship Incense, but still, to see something they'd longed for all these years fail—it hit them hard inside.
Nighttime.
The group gathered together on that mountainside where they'd been living on Ancient Mountain.
Two teenagers watched the others huddled around the bonfire, not knowing what all the sorrow was about.
"Whew~" Hong Yuan took a deep breath and said, "Not succeeding—it's normal."
He glanced at everyone, trying to lift their spirits a bit.
