Lin Mu closed his eyes and expanded his immortal sense downwards.
What he sensed made him narrow his gaze.
An immense power slumbered deep under the island. Dense, concentrated, ancient. Not a leyline. Not raw immortal essence. Something else entirely.
Daoist Chu felt the ground too. His face tightened. "The source of the curse is certainly here."
Lin Mu nodded. "It is stronger than anything outside. Much stronger."
Cattaleya cracked her knuckles. "Do you think it will wake up when the ritual starts."
Lin Mu glanced at her. "Hopefully not."
They said no more and continued walking inland. The island was only a couple of kilometers wide, with clusters of rough rock formations that resembled hills. The path to the temple was not complicated. The clan's ancestors had likely carved a direct approach.
