Success, Spirit Wandering Realm

South of Bianjing City.

After being cleansed by the rain, the thick dust covering this manor, forgotten for who knew how many ages, had been washed away, while a heavy veil of mist wrapped around it.

Within this lost manor, it was as though an ancient ferocious beast slumbering for endless years was slowly awakening.

Such a torrential downpour had not washed away the stench of blood within the manor.

At this moment.

The already dilapidated manor had undergone a fierce battle, and countless buildings had been reduced to shattered walls and ruined rubble.

The roof of the room in the rear courtyard had been sliced away by a powerful force. Yun Ting and Yun Hao huddled in a corner, drenched from head to toe by the rain. When a cool breeze swept through after the storm, the chill pierced them to the bone.

Not far from them, the bonfire had already gone out. Several severed arms and fragments of internal organs lay scattered haphazardly beside it.

The burly man in black armor stood silently outside the doorway, his head raised toward the gray sky. A longsword was planted at his side, its blade still smeared with sticky blood.

Yun Ting trembled all over, the fear in her eyes like a lake bursting its banks. She said shakily, "The person you are looking for is... is currently in Jing Province City!"

Perhaps it was precisely because of those words that the burly black-armored man had not slain Yun Hao and Yun Ting together.

He simply stood quietly before the doorway. Suddenly, his tightly narrowed eyes snapped open, revealing a scarlet gleam. Looking toward the horizon, a hoarse voice came from beneath the armor plates covering his face:

"Dragon Seal!"

"The Primordial Spirit has been activated!"

Immediately afterward, a vortex of