High in the sky, an unseen cultivator watched coldly from the sidelines.
A seabird spread its wings and flew through the place where the cultivator stood, passing through every building without the slightest obstruction, as though nothing here existed at all.
A moment later, the clouds and mist in this place gathered into a pair of eyes and abruptly opened.
A ring of runes encircled the irises. The expressionless man's heart jolted, and he hastily cupped his hands with utmost respect and bowed deeply.
"Your subject Chang Mu pays respects to Your Majesty."
The eyes gave Chang Mu an indifferent glance before turning toward the island below.
His gaze crossed the mist and passed over the forests, reaching a cave on the island where Mei Yan was roasting something that could no longer be recognized for what it had once been.
Everything about Mei Yan seemed transparent, laid bare directly before him.
"Such pure demonic cultivation methods... I have not seen them in many years."
After observing for a few moments, he was completely certain. This ant was absolutely not the person he wished to see, merely someone who had only just begun cultivating.
His life wheel was frail, yet blazed like the morning sun, and his face matched his true age.
The eyes continued searching the surroundings, trying to find more, yet saw nothing at all.
At the side, Chang Mu lowered his brows and submitted obediently, speaking at the right moment.
"Your Majesty, this place is a fragment of the ancient Hulian Divine Mountain. There should be no issue with it. It is only that the divine mountain fragment's mysteries have dispersed, leaving it no different from ordinary stones.
"Your subject could not peer into anything else. I could only confirm that this person indeed fell here by