"Teacher."
"Something terrible happened!"
Rumble.
Underground palace corridor.
The colossal bronze doors were smashed open in response.
A figure staggered forward.
Nearly falling to the ground.
Looking closely.
Wasn't it Yu Linglong?
Yu Linglong rushed frantically into the underground palace's fire vein.
Her expression anxious as she searched for the figure who should have been within the fire vein.
She had thought she would not find him so easily, yet the tall red-haired cultivator stood bare-chested, swinging the jet-black iron hammer in his hand.
Clang.
Clang.
With one hammer blow, intricate patterns transformed into floating inscriptions under the formation's reinforcement.
Like a precise machine assembled layer upon layer, yet it was merely one component among them.
Accompanied by the falling heavy hammer, along with faint mana and spiritual intent locking into place, the treasure before them gradually took shape.
"Something huge has happened!"
Yu Linglong ran over without regard for her appearance, only to see the tall, handsome red-haired youth raise a finger.
He placed it against his lips in a gesture for silence.
Then, as though no one else were present, he used iron tongs to seize the already formed treasure and quench it.
Sizzle.
Steam billowed.
A scorching wave swept past.
The tall cultivator standing amid the flames appeared ever more sacred.
He suddenly turned around.
Casually grabbing a cord placed nearby, he tied up his disheveled long hair. His deathly pale hand reached into the frigid pool before him and fished out a treasure in one sweep.
What entered her eyes was a black-gold main shaft, threaded with vein-like patterns like molten lava. In an instant, a blue-black banner unfurled from above the shaft.
This treasure was actually a soul banner.
The Soul Banner.
Clearly, the person who had forged the Soul Banner was still dissatisfied. He