Chan Yi the monk gave a bitter smile towards Chu Ning. Chu Ning's Divine Sense swept towards the furnace, and although he could not sense the resentful energy of a soulless being, he could feel the presence of an uncomfortable energy within the furnace.
"Master Chan Yi, do you mean that we are to head to Wanxiang Mountain now?"
"There's no need to go to Wanxiang Mountain; the entrance to the burial ground for Soul Cultivators lies beneath this furnace, otherwise the person behind all this wouldn't have built the furnace here."
Chan Yi the monk stood up, put away his alms bowl, and formed a Buddhist seal with his hands, exclaiming, "Open!"
With this command, the ground beneath the furnace was torn open by a streak of golden light, creating an opening, but oddly, the furnace remained intact, unscathed by any damage.
This scene was as if another overlapping space had been torn open.
