Underground, Luminous Algae emitted a gentle glow, brightly illuminating the pitch-black cavern.
On a shitai jutting from the rock wall, Chen Mu had used Finger Points to Steel to fashion a high-backed stone chair, covered with a layer of soft beast hide.
At that moment, he sat curled up in the chair with his chin resting on his left hand, his eyes closed.
As the Nine Cups Calculation Scripture operated, his entire consciousness seemed to sink into a sea of mist.
At a certain moment, a clump of mist suddenly gathered and swiftly formed into a human figure—it was Zhou Tong, the chief general of Tian Gong Camp.
Then Chen Mu's viewpoint rapidly rose, and the mist shifted and condensed with it. The surroundings around Zhou Tong immediately appeared in Chen Mu's mind.
He opened his eyes. With a thought, a red streak flew out from his sleeve and shot into the soil with a puff, vanishing from sight.
Half an hour later, guided by the Calculation Scripture, the Vermilion Feather Sword flew near the location he had previously calculated. True Hearing Supernatural Ability spread out, and it quickly found Zhou Tong, whose eyes were blood-red.
"It worked!"
A smile appeared on Chen Mu's face as the Gray Wall appeared before his eyes.
Nine Cups Calculation Scripture: 239/10000/Tier 4;
"Even without the Vermilion Feather Sword's positioning, I can calculate Zhou Tong's location with the Tier 4 Calculation Scripture and hit the mark ten times out of ten."
"In that case, using the Calculation Scripture to calculate the Heavenly Demon Body's location should definitely... well, probably, maybe work?" Chen Mu scratched his head, not very confident.
Thirty-Two Layers of Heaven lay between heaven and earth, the distance beyond measure.
Even with the Heavenly Demon Body as an anchor, Chen