Meanwhile, high above the Cangwu Mountains a thousand miles away.
Qin He turned into a golden-black afterimage. The sound of him tearing through the air was forcibly suppressed by Laws, leaving only a fleeting ripple amidst the clouds.
He lightly tapped the void with the tip of his foot, and the chaotic aura around him abruptly solidified. The minor injuries left from disguising himself as Wei Canglan and forcibly barging into the Merit Tower were slowly soothed by the Source-Birth Law.
The Black Demon Banner in his sleeve trembled lightly. A thread of Law slipped from Qin He's fingertips and directly awakened the dormant Long Qingyun.
"Is something imprisoned beneath the Merit Tower?"
Qin He's voice held no superfluous emotion, yet it carried an unquestionable certainty.
Earlier, at the bottom level of Tower City, he had vaguely sensed an eerie fluctuation of Law. It was buried deep beneath the Earth Vein, firmly suppressed by boundless Power of Merit, and was absolutely not something an ordinary treasure could emit.
That fluctuation was cold and violent, wrapped in an indescribable ancient aura. Even through hundreds of yards of rock and layer upon layer of forbidden formations, it still made Qin He's Source-Birth Law instinctively wary.
Long Qingyun's soul projection drifted out from the banner. His form was several degrees more solid than before, but the gravity between his brows could not be concealed.
"I don't know exactly what is imprisoned there either."
He shook his head. A faint, nearly imperceptible fear colored his soul voice. "This is a forbidden mystery tightly concealed by the Divine Court with the power of Heavenly Secrets. Let alone a wandering soul cultivator like me, even mid-level cultivators of the Merit Department may not know the truth."
"But I have vaguely heard some rumors." Long Qingyun paused,