Since we can't find where the entrance is, Fellow Daoist Qi, you decide. Which way should we go?" Seeing this, Kui Muxiao looked at Qi Wuyan and spoke softly.
Qi Wuyan raised his head to examine the sky, his expression grave. "Let us search the surrounding area first. Perhaps the entrance is hidden away in some secluded corner."
Zhao Sheng nodded. "A fine suggestion. But I just discovered traces of another Immortal Ruins Traveler. We might as well capture him first. Perhaps we can learn a thing or two from him."
Qi Wuyan's spirits lifted at these words, and he immediately voiced his agreement. Kui Muxiao did the same.
"He is over eight hundred li away right now. Follow me."
With that, Zhao Sheng soared into the air and sped toward the northeast.
Qi Wuyan and Kui Muxiao hurriedly rose into the air as well, following close behind.
Eight hundred li of mountains and rivers flashed past, and a remote valley appeared below.
Yao Lan gripped his precious saber tightly, warily observing the movements around him.
Suddenly, a figure descended from the sky with an overwhelming aura, landing directly before him.
Yao Lan was horrified and was just about to raise his saber in a wild slash when an unimaginable pressure descended from nowhere. His entire body shook violently, and he could no longer move his limbs.
Whoosh, whoosh.
Two more figures descended from the sky and landed nearby.
Zhao Sheng sized Yao Lan up for a moment, then casually drew the dragon-shaped saber over and flicked its blade with a finger.
A clear dragon's roar rang from the blade, as though a Dragon Shadow were swimming restlessly along its edge.
"A fine blade, no lower in grade than a Spirit Treasure." Zhao Sheng praised it, then casually tucked the