This was beyond their expectations. They both knew that although Shen Tang was a master of Taoism, he was an out-and-out mortal and had never ascended to immortality.
Blake Gu therefore murmured: "What's going on..."
Aiden Mo's eyebrows were furrowed. He stared at the flowing ball of light and shook his head: "Let's take a look first."
In the picture, Shen Tang raised his jade-colored fingers and gently touched Wu Yan's furry forehead. While he was comforting the little demon, he was transmitting his green spiritual current to the dying Wu Yan. At the same time, the scene in the light ball slowly zoomed out, and it could be seen that they were actually on an isolated island, but that island was not the Bat Island where they were at the moment, but another inaccessible island.
This island is very strange, with no discernible climate. Flowers, plants and fruits are growing everywhere. Plum blossoms in winter, lotus flowers in summer, osmanthus in autumn, peaches and plums in spring, all the fertile land is covered with colorful flowers. In the center of the island is a large altar built of huge rocks. There is nothing else on the altar except a cold jade harp table and a burnt-tailed five-string guqin lying on it.
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