The white light of the Teleportation Array was not dazzling. Instead, it carried a dull, heavy weight.
Zhao Yan took out four dark silver bracelets and distributed them. Intricate openwork patterns covered their bands, with faint gray-white spiritual light flowing between the designs.
"One each. Spirit-Tracking Rings, old equipment from the bureau."
He raised his hand and gave the bracelet a shake, his casual tone carrying the familiarity of a seasoned field operative. "They can't compare to those lavish mirror-type tracking treasures the Divine War Department and Divine Punishment Department use. They can't see through things a thousand miles away or scan an entire region, but they're discreet, durable, and difficult to block with sinister arts."
"They detect disturbances within two hundred miles and lock onto souls within ten," he added mildly, the rules etched into his bones. "Once locked on, the signal never breaks unless the ring shatters or its wearer suffers soul annihilation."
Qin He accepted one and fastened it around his wrist, treating it as nothing more than an ornament.
He had sealed every remaining trace of Liu Chengan deep inside the Black Demon Banner. His body had turned to ash, and his soul was imprisoned within the banner. No complete imprint of his existence remained in the world.
From the very beginning, this Spirit-Tracking Ring had no chance of picking up even the slightest clue.
To the others, it was a magical instrument for hunting fugitives.
To Qin He, it was merely a useless ornament.
The teleportation began.
In the Upper Realm, teleportation passages were stable and the spiritual energy gentle. Cultivators felt only a moment of weightlessness.
But the passages to the Lower Realm had been eroded by yin balefulness for years. The realm barrier was weak and fragmented, and spatial folds lay thick throughout