After He Ling left, Su Fan picked up the jade slip the girl had given him and repeatedly rubbed it with his hand.
He tried channeling a thread of spiritual energy into it, and a huge light screen immediately sprang up in front of him.
The image on the light screen was extremely bizarre. The person sitting cross-legged in the guest room was none other than himself—and he was even looking at himself.
After experimenting with it for a while, Su Fan finally figured out how to use the jade slip.
With a thought from him, the scene on the light screen changed at once, becoming a view of He Ling's Portable Secret Realm.
He really had not expected that. As expected of something crafted by an Integration Stage bigshot, these two jade slips that controlled the light screen and images truly had some tricks to them.
Two days later, the market's air harbor seemed shrouded in an invisible gloom. A grim, murderous air permeated every corner.
All the disciples taking part in the Black Profound Star Domain Dao Assembly had gathered at the air harbor outside the market.
Hundreds of flying vessels lay silently berthed across the air harbor plaza, their cold metal surfaces gleaming with a chilly luster.
Su Fan and Zhao Shuo boarded one of the flying vessels. There were no cabins inside; the vessel's interior was extremely open and unobstructed.
Night pearls were sparsely embedded in the rough stone walls. Their dim yellow glow cast mottled shadows across the domed ceiling, stretching the cultivators' figures into twisted, slender shapes, like a group of imprisoned ghosts.
Everyone sat on the ground, keeping a wary distance from one another. In the oppressive atmosphere, only the rise and fall of breathing and the flying vessel's humming startup echoed through