Zhou Ming had barely finished speaking, without even having time for the slightest joy to rise in his heart.
That connection which had just been established, as thin as spider silk, snapped without warning.
At the base of Spirit Mountain, Zhou Ming abruptly opened his eyes.
"Heavenly Dao..."
He slowly spat out those two words.
Such a swift reaction. Such decisive methods.
Thoughts spun rapidly through Zhou Ming's mind.
The Heavenly Dao had severed the connection in such haste, which proved precisely that there was a secret hidden within the Demon Realm.
The more that was the case, the more he had to see what was going on!
Even if it was only the tiniest scrap of information.
Zhou Ming did not hesitate in the slightest. His palm flipped over once more.
The final piece of Five-Colored Stone lay quietly in his hand, flowing with a warm, lustrous radiance.
Without the slightest hesitation, Zhou Ming's fingertips flew, once again carving that complex and mysterious set of laws into it, and a new wisp of divine sense merged into it along with them.
Since one road had been blocked off, then he would force his way through again.
Even if it could only send back a shred of news, that would be enough.
"Go."
The Demon Realm.
Endless darkness spread in all directions, and thick demonic qi churned without rest.
Zhou Ming's divine sense condensed into an illusory figure, hovering within this darkness.
The moment his figure stabilized, he sensed that his connection with his main body had been cut off.
But he did not panic. He still calmly observed his surroundings.
Just then.
In the darkness ahead of him, without the slightest ripple in space, a figure appeared out of thin air, as if he had been standing there