A bright gleam flashed through Qin He's eyes.
The Divine War Department's precise coordinates were the crucial clue he had most urgently wanted to obtain ever since he had gone into hiding.
Amid the boundless myriad realms, trying to pinpoint the Divine War Department's true base using only a rough direction was no different from fishing for a needle in the sea.
Even more troublesome was the matter of a route for crossing between realms.
He raised his eyes toward the Burning Heaven Lord, reining in the turmoil within him. His tone was calm, yet resolute. "You may as well state your terms directly."
The Burning Heaven Lord stood at the cliff's edge with his hands behind his back. Behind him, the black sea and white mist churned in frozen stillness, while the fire-path patterns drifting around him dimmed and concealed their light. Not a trace of pressure leaked forth, yet he naturally carried the transcendent bearing of one who commanded the laws of heaven and earth.
"It is not convenient to tell you the conditions now. We can speak of them later."
His gaze was profound. Sweeping over the clarity in Qin He's eyes, he slowly said, "Heavenly Secrets may be veiled, but the Great Dao cannot be turned back. You must swear upon your own supreme Heavenly Dao that, whatever condition I raise, if you question your heart and find it within your power, and if it does not shame your Dao Path, then you must fulfill it."
"Those who break this oath shall be struck down by heaven and destroyed by earth, their Dao foundation shattered, their path of cultivation reduced to nothing for the rest of their lives."
Such an oath was by no means an ordinary verbal restraint between cultivators.
An oath sworn upon the