Feng Zheng reluctantly picked up several white bones.
He muttered under his breath, "I wanted to take some materials back and see if I could forge a treasure sword. What do you need these things for?"
"To study how to enter that Small World."
Wang Jixuan was not polite about it. He tucked the immortal bones into his sleeve and sent them into the Second Base.
He did not know exactly what Peony wanted to do, but supporting her was the right move.
Peony immediately began working overtime on experiments.
Feng Zheng no longer had the mood to meditate and regulate his breathing, so he discussed the mysteries of the Blood Mist and white bones with Wang Jixuan.
Neither of them could make much sense of it.
To immortals, everything here seemed exceedingly uncanny.
The origin of the Blood Mist was unknown, while the white bones appeared to have condensed from it. All they could sense from the area was a faint baleful aura.
When the Blood Mist appeared, space did fluctuate, yet there was no spatial gateway whatsoever.
Not to mention sword cultivators like Feng Zheng at the Heavenly Immortal Realm, who were not versed in the Daoist Technique of Universe to begin with—
—the Daoist Technique of Universe was generally a Great Dao that one only took the time to comprehend after reaching the Golden Immortal Realm and gaining an endless Lifespan.
Even an impure sword cultivator like Wang Jixuan, who had already gained an initial grasp of the Great Dao of Time, could not explain the principles behind this phenomenon in the slightest.
Peony did not keep them waiting long.
Only a short while passed.
"Boss, I have two pieces of news. Which would you like to hear first?"
"Give me the good news first."
"The somewhat