Southern Border, beneath layers upon layers of clouds.
Inside the military camp, Suppress-South King Wu Tai'an closed his eyes and recalled the final scene he had witnessed. "Did some rare treasure seem to have emerged from the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect?"
At the thought, he could not help entertaining the idea of using his Heaven-Born Jade Eyes for a proper look. Yet after considering it, he abandoned that tempting notion. It was not that he could not see through the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect's Mountain-Protecting Array, but that doing so without alerting those inside the formation would be difficult.
"Forget it."
Wu Tai'an quickly reined in his thoughts. Had this been within Dao Court territory, with his domineering nature, he would not have cared about anything else—he would have satisfied his curiosity first.
But this was the Southern Border.
The Ten Thousand Poisons Sect itself was nothing to fear, but Lu Yang was, after all, Sword Pavilion True Person's disciple, and had also studied under True Person Demon-Sweeping. There was no need to stir up trouble over such a trivial matter.
After all, he had come to the Southern Border for something more important.
The next moment, Wu Tai'an turned and returned to the command tent. After dismissing everyone around him, he actually took an ancient, square Prayer Wheel from his robes.
"Click-clack-clack."
Wu Tai'an circulated his dharma power and slowly turned the Prayer Wheel. At first glance, it was clearly just an ordinary object, yet operating it consumed an immense amount of his dharma power.
As the Prayer Wheel slowly revolved, each turn produced a wisp of Buddha Light from the scriptures within. At first, it was merely a spark, but it soon became a blazing fire. Within that firelight, the silhouette of a monk gradually emerged, palms pressed