A hundred zhang underground, once Xiang Yang had finished measuring, the Buddha-nature Primordial Spirit released over a foot of Buddhist light and rose from the earth. Like streaming fire, it returned along the same path, finally surging out from within the blade-shaped boulder and returning to Xiang Yang's niwan palace.
Though this entire sequence had been incomparably swift and taken very little time, it had not gone unnoticed by everyone.
It was simply that the battle was at its fiercest, and no one had the spare attention to investigate closely, leaving Xiang Yang a measure of freedom to act.
Once the Buddha-nature Primordial Spirit returned to his niwan palace, Xiang Yang, who had been sitting cross-legged, abruptly sprang up. With a leap, he landed at the outermost edge of the battlefield between Fanputi and the Demonic Sect Experts. His Heavenly Silkworm Silk sleeves shook, and an iron token appeared in his hand, its smooth surface gleaming as it turned—a small and exquisite object.
This was the Autumn Palace Iron Token, painstakingly forged by the Great Zhou Dynasty from Extraterrestrial Meteorite. Once driven into the Earth Vein Dragon Qi, it could track in real time and pinpoint the Dragon Vein's new location after it had hidden itself away.
A string of crackling sounds, like exploding firecrackers, rang out. With a bang, Xiang Yang stomped two foot-deep pits into the ground. The joints and bones throughout his body connected one after another, his blood and qi surged, and immense strength erupted forth.
His physical body had already begun to form an indestructible physique, comparable to those supreme experts who specialized in external martial arts. His strength was boundless and his defense unmatched; once he exerted himself, he could shake mountains and move great peaks.
At the same time, the true qi in