“They say that once the Earth Spirit Gray Mist is inhaled, it immediately merges with your blood, and soon your body stiffens quickly until you can’t move at all,” Left Qiu Lan held his breath and then asked in terror, “Che Ge, you have seen so much— is it really like that?”
The five of them quickly retreated to an area in the valley clear of Earth Spirit Gray Mist. Tian Che’s face fell.
“Not only that— if you inhale too much, your flesh and blood will rot away in no time.”
“Don’t scare yourself,” someone said.
“We’ve only taken in a little bit, so hurry and use your power to refine it.”
They arrived at a flat spot in the valley. Left Qiu Bai Ming planted the cyan Yin Banner into the ground and began to exhale his spiritual energy to activate it.
“Whoosh!”
The Yin Banner began to flutter, rising quickly and growing larger. It spread a veil of cyan light that enveloped the surrounding several zhang of land. Dozens of Shiling warriors dressed in armor appeared within the light veil, each standing heroic with their blades, guarding all directions.