The island itself formed the tomb for the living. It’d floated up from the abyss, attracted by the pure yang energy between heaven and earth. Now that the latter had started dissipating, the island began sinking back to the depths it normally called home.

Sensing the new development, Lu Yun shouted, “We need to go!” Now wasn’t the time to examine the new death art he’d obtained. Turning on his heels, he sprinted toward the eight trigrams formation.

The three immortals inside it paled in horror.

“It’s too late,” Mo Yi bemoaned, her face wan as despair tinted her voice. “A barrier has formed around the island and cut us off from the outside world! We’re trapped now.”

“The Path of Ingress!” Lu Yun shouted urgently. “Feinie, collect the Path...