Eight Hundred Zhang Above the Heavens, Xun Mu Takes a Shortcut

Playing with water was harder than Qin Yang had expected. Even now, he still had not figured out what kind of spiritual water the Embroiderer's dye workshop used—water that could completely blend so many different kinds of power.

As far as Qin Yang knew, the only thing with such an effect, capable of merging with all things without distinction, seemed to be Heaven One True Water. Yet even in ancient times, Heaven One True Water could never have formed an entire sea for someone to use as a dye workshop.

From ancient times to the present, this substance had always been a precious resource. In this day and age, it was nearly exhausted. It was said that even the merman imperial clan had little left, and every drop used was one less.

After roughly calculating how long playing with water would take, Qin Yang drew upon the Demon Hand's power and summoned Black Shadow.

"Black Shadow, do you know what kind of spiritual water this is?"

Covering his finger with the Demon Hand's power, he reached into the rainbow sea below. In an instant, a fierce collision erupted at his fingertip as the sea's permeating force clashed with Black Shadow's power.

In the end, the seven-colored radiance gathered into a beam of white light that collided with the black qi, and the two annihilated each other.

Black Shadow remained silent for a long while without saying a word.

He had been scared half to death. He had thought Qin Yang had discovered Little Seventh and come to settle old scores and demand an explanation.

He had not expected Qin Yang to merely be asking about something...

For a moment, Black Shadow erupted with an unusually intense enthusiasm for work. He personally mobilized the Demon Hand's power and lightly touched the