Journey to the Myriad Monsters

Yuan Ming observed for a moment, then intercepted another wisp of converging power of faith. Its color had faded somewhat, yet it remained a riot of mixed hues, impossible to distinguish which was primary and which secondary.

He tried to divide the power of faith, but his mastery of the Questioning Emotions Art was insufficient. His intent sank like a stone into the sea, receiving no response at all.

This had been within his expectations, and Yuan Ming did not feel disappointed. He rose, left the Asura Palace, and returned to his room.

Just then, his brow twitched. He looked around, but found nothing unusual either inside or outside the room.

As he was puzzling over it, Yuan Ming's Spiritual Sense inadvertently sensed a small table placed before Nan Shangfeng in the next room.

A pitch-black Wooden Box had appeared atop the table, engraved with elaborate dark-red patterns that gave it an exceedingly mysterious air.

Nan Shangfeng was still cultivating with his eyes closed, seemingly unaware of the Wooden Box's existence.

Yuan Ming frowned slightly and immediately swept both rooms with his Spiritual Sense. He found nothing amiss, yet he vaguely sensed that someone was hiding inside.

Yuan Ming snorted coldly to himself and formed hand seals with both hands. More than a dozen white halos appeared around him—none other than the Round Light Technique—illuminating everything in both rooms.

Very soon, he discovered a vague aura in the southeast corner of Nan Shangfeng's room, one that had nearly merged with the ground itself. Had his Round Light Technique not reached perfection, he would have been fooled by it.

Yuan Ming did not erupt on the spot. With a flash, he appeared in the neighboring room, mobilizing his soul power as he prepared to seize the intruder in a single blow.