Having learned the approximate location of the Xiling Divine Hall, Li Qing did not rush to set out.
Instead, he remained in the Wenhe Valley area, observing the process by which the mortals in these villages excavated Yin Stones.
At an excavation site near a nearly dried-up river valley, Li Qing remained hidden, silently watching the mortals of Lian Family Village work hard to dig into a pockmarked stone wall ahead.
Clang!
A crisp sound suddenly rang out. One of the miners swinging a pickaxe seemed to have found something.
An ink-black crystal fell from the recessed stone wall and landed in the man's hand.
Li Qing narrowed his eyes beside them, his gaze locked tightly onto that peculiar ink-black crystal.
If he was not mistaken, this ink-black crystal should be the so-called Yin Stone!
From within that crystal, Li Qing sensed a trace of exceptionally pure yin energy.
Though extremely faint, it was extraordinarily pure, far surpassing any kind of yin energy he had encountered before. Even the Profound Yin Energy he had seen at the Moon Chasing Grand Gathering could not compare with it.
"It is just a little too faint. It looks as though it could disperse at any moment."
"But if small amounts gathered into a great many, it would be different!"
"I wonder what the Xiling Divine Hall needs so many things of utmost yin and utmost softness for."
Thus, the brief daylight hours hurried past. As night drew near, the mortals of Lian Family Village all stopped work and, without any reluctance, swiftly left with all the Yin Stones they had excavated.
"Time to go, time to go. The village has not been peaceful lately, so be careful on the road."
"I heard that ever since Lian Feng came back at dawn, he has