Time passed, and three hundred thousand years went by.
Northern Sea Immortal Domain, Sky-Cry Sea Region.
Sky-Cry Market was bustling with pedestrians, noisy carts and horses, and a lively atmosphere.
The gate to a secret chamber opened, and Wang Chuanming walked out. He was currently at the Late Golden Immortal Stage.
The Nether Palace had mobilized more than a dozen Primordial Unity Golden Immortals to search for Yuan Tianshan, but they had found nothing. The Nether Palace simply lacked the ability to seal off the entire Northern Sea Immortal Domain, and Yuan Tianshan might have fled to another Immortal Domain. Sun Hai and the others thus gave up their search for Yuan Tianshan, bringing the matter to an end.
Wang Chuanming took out a golden-light-flickering Immortal Transmission Mirror and formed a Hand Seal. Murong Bing's face appeared on the mirror.
"Little Friend Song, come to Snow Laurel Pavilion. I have a task for you."
Murong Bing gave the order.
"Yes, Senior Murong."
Wang Chuanming agreed, put away the Immortal Transmission Mirror, and walked out.
Before long, he appeared at the entrance of a nine-story-tall white pavilion. The three characters "Snow Laurel Pavilion" were written on the plaque, and the doors were tightly shut.
"Fellow Daoist Song, you came too."
A rough male voice rang out.
Wang Chuanming looked toward the source of the voice and saw a black-robed burly man with a face full of heavy jowls walking over with Huang Yaoyao. The black-robed burly man's face was filled with Killing Intent.
"Madam Huang, Fellow Daoist Chen, you came too."
Wang Chuanming was somewhat surprised. He had thought Murong Bing had only summoned him.
The black-robed burly man was Chen Zhong, and he had the cultivation of Golden Immortal Great Perfection.
The doors to Snow Laurel Pavilion opened, and Murong