Eight hundred li east of Nine Peaks Mountain, in a certain valley. Yuan Zhen held the Spirit-Connecting Mirror as he arrived deep within the valley.
Thin Silver Mist sprayed from the bronze mirror, forming a blurry phantom over an open patch of ground.
Upon closer inspection, it was Luo Ding.
"The place where Luo Ding finally appeared should be here."
"Judging by the surroundings, he should already be dead." Yuan Zhen breathed a sigh of relief.
Hu Sheng, who had come along with him, formed hand seals and muttered with his eyes closed. Invisible Strange Force spread outward from him in all directions.
After a while, Hu Sheng opened his eyes and shook his head slightly. "I can only sense a faint chilly aura. Not many traces were left behind."
A chilly aura?
Yuan Zhen suddenly thought of that Yinhun black cloud that had blotted out the sky.
"Could it have been Fellow Daoist Chen?"
Yuan Zhen's heart skipped a beat. He exchanged a glance with Hu Sheng, and both of them thought of Chen Mu.
Thinking of the commotion on Weizhi Peak earlier, Yuan Zhen found it unbelievable, yet also quite possible.
After all, there were only so many people on Nine Peaks Mountain capable of fighting Luo Ding.
Besides, while the Sacred Heart Scripture was indeed miraculous and possessed a portion of the Heavenly Demon True Form's power, it was not the genuine Heavenly Demon True Form.
Luo Ding had also been badly injured by Yuan Zhen's Five Rams Furnace. It was not impossible that Fellow Daoist Chen had found and killed him while he was weakened.
"Our Fellow Daoist Chen is truly unfathomable," Hu Sheng said in amazement.
"Isn't he bound by a Dao Soldier Contract? Luo Ding held an edict, so he should have been at