Repaired Altar, Origin of the Black Energy

"Do either of you know how to make a key to the Mystic Realm?" Ye Chen asked.

"Our seniors saw the steps when they were observing the humans. Then, they taught me this technique, but I've never really used it," the leader of the Feather Dragons answered first. "But why are you asking?"

It had just listened to Ye Chen's long list of plans and obviously hadn't reacted yet.

"When we enter the Mystic Realm in Maple Leaves Mountain, I'll make a key that leads straight there," Ye Chen explained, "It's convenient to enter and exit with the illusionary fog as cover!"

"You're really thinking ahead…" Zhurong complained.

"It's not long. When we get out of the array, we'll have to think about this soon," Ye Chen shook his head and said, "You know that I don't have many resources. Without cultivation arts, I won't be able to improve my ability here. I'll be trapped in the Primitive Burial Ground with you for the rest of my life."