Tens of thousands of miles away, within a golden mountain range stretching for ten thousand miles, inside a hidden cave.
Wang Changsheng sat cross-legged on the ground while Wang Qingling and Wang Qiuming stood nearby. Yellow spiritual light shimmered across the stone wall, its runes flickering without end.
Wang Changsheng held a Miniature Nascent Soul in his hand. The Miniature Nascent Soul wore a pained expression as white spiritual light enveloped its body.
When the white spiritual light faded, Wang Changsheng took out a Silver Talisman and affixed it to the Miniature Nascent Soul, then stored it in an Azure Jade Box.
"Ninth Uncle, how did it go? Did you uncover any useful information?"
Wang Qingling asked anxiously. The moment they entered the Northern Frontier Cultivation World, they had altered their appearances, fearing that the Nine Serenities Sect might recognize them.
"No. He wasn't aware of it."
Wang Changsheng shook his head repeatedly. The middle-aged man was named Yang Shuo, a Nascent Soul Early Stage cultivator who had only advanced to the Nascent Soul Realm more than fifty years ago. He had long been stationed at Black Crow Valley and had been ordered to lead men to a branch to reinforce it. It seemed that the Nine Serenities Sect had come into conflict with the Three Flames Palace.
Yang Shuo did not possess much wealth: five Magic Treasures and a little over three hundred thousand Spirit Stones. He had suffered severe injuries during the Core Formation Stage, and treating them had consumed more than half his fortune. According to his plan, he was supposed to cultivate in seclusion for a century or so before venturing out in search of opportunities. Instead, while carrying out a sect mission, he had been intercepted and killed by Wang Changsheng's group.
At that moment,