High mountain!
A mountain of jagged, strange rocks.
On the summit cliff composed entirely of cyan boulders, Wang Ming and Zhao Yun gazed down at a deep pit.
The crater on the earth was nearly a kilometer in diameter. No one knew how deep the pit actually was; viewed from afar, it was pitch-black, giving off a profound and deathly quiet feeling.
"No wonder you didn't let me kill that person. Turns out you wanted to squeeze the last drop of use out of him." Zhao Yun looked at the deep pit in the distant earth, bright light flickering within her beautiful eyes as if she were looking at the most beautiful scenery in the world, capturing her gaze.
Wang Ming did not answer Zhao Yun's words. He activated the All-Seeing Eye to scan the surroundings for any danger.
Earlier, Zhao Yun had used her own martial cultivation to suppress Gu A'san, forcing this ordinary disciple from the Supreme God Sect to spill everything he knew about important intelligence like pouring beans from a bamboo tube.
The consciousness seas within the brains of these outsiders who descended were planted with special restrictions, making it impossible to obtain intelligence directly through soul-searching methods. They could only interrogate for intelligence in this manner.
Intelligence!
It was extremely important at all times.
Wang Ming was merely a mortal. He lacked heaven-defying cultivation aptitude, a powerful background, and a brain that was monstrously wise, yet he had cultivated all the way to the realm of the Grand Luo Golden Immortal.
He relied on just three things: intelligence, caution, and courage.
In his early days, Wang Ming was dirt-poor. He drifted among various bigwigs, using his foreknowledge and the information gap between them to reap massive benefits. This provided Wang Ming with a huge amount