As a Mahayana cultivator, Fairy Ruo Jing naturally trusted her own arts. She was even more certain of the result she had obtained by sensing the Profound Vine Horn with the origin power of her own soul essence.
Yet it was precisely her certainty in what she had sensed that made it all the harder to understand.
The Aoteng Realm was no ordinary realm. Fairy Ruo Jing knew all too well what it meant to shatter the void and recklessly enter the Void Domain.
Never mind two Profound Tier cultivators—even she, a Mahayana cultivator, did not dare casually shatter the void and enter the Void Domain. Even if those two Profound Tier cultivators had some means of breaking open the void in this sea, they would have no chance of surviving once they entered the Void Domain.
Yet through Fairy Ruo Jing's mental connection, her link to the Profound Vine Horn was exceedingly faint but remarkably stable. It did not feel as though the Profound Vine Horn were hurtling through the Void Domain with its position constantly shifting.
Even with her Mahayana cultivation and extraordinary knowledge, Fairy Ruo Jing could not make sense of such a situation.
At that moment, regret suddenly surged within Fairy Ruo Jing.
Had she not considered that female cultivator a junior disciple descended from an old acquaintance, she would never have let that young man use her clan's formidable treasure. Without that moment of softheartedness, the Profound Vine Horn would not have been lost.
Fortunately, she could still sense the Profound Vine Horn's aura, which gave her some measure of reassurance.
Once she had resolved this crisis, she would leave the Aoteng Realm and retrieve the Profound Vine Horn.
With her decision made, Fairy Ruo Jing's expression slowly settled, becoming as unruffled as still water