Netherworld Hall Arrives

Time flowed like water, fleeting in the blink of an eye.

Three months had passed in a flash since Lin Changqing arrived in Jing Tian Ancient City.

Over these three months, Lin Changqing had not spent all his time cultivating in seclusion. In truth, he spent most of it wandering the city, gathering information related to the Huntian Sect in hopes of finding other ways to enter it.

To that end, Lin Changqing had been extraordinarily generous over the past three months, spending money like water.

He had even stirred up quite a few ripples because of it. The aristocratic families and nobles of Jing Tian Ancient City all learned that a Mr. Lin had arrived in the city—a man lavish with his spending and mysterious in identity. Many had even tried to curry favor with Lin Changqing.

Unfortunately, aside from inquiring about how to enter the Huntian Sect and learning about current affairs in the Xuan You Great World, Lin Changqing was interested in nothing else. No matter how much many people wished to ingratiate themselves with him, they had no opening to do so.

On this day, within one of the pavilions in the residence, Lin Changqing slowly opened his eyes after cultivating through the night.

"Phew..."

As he exhaled a breath of turbid air, Lin Changqing's aura became long and deep. Two dazzling streaks of light shot from his eyes, like a coiling dragon roaring at the heavens, like a rainbow piercing the sun, lingering in midair for a long while. The next moment, a sharp gleam suddenly surfaced on his face. Flowing light flashed around him, and he vanished from where he stood.

When he appeared again, he was already in the courtyard outside the pavilion.

Boom!

At that moment, a heaven-shaking pressure descended from above.