Xuan Sheng's cold laughter rang out from the void, and in an instant, Ye Zhen felt the urge to cough up blood.
He was actually still waiting for him!
Before this, Xuan Sheng had probed the underground space beneath Mud Swamp Lake three times in a row. The span between those three attempts had been over a month.
And after Xuan Sheng furiously blasted Mud Swamp Lake into collapse, Ye Zhen had continued cultivating beneath it for more than three months.
All told, it had been nearly half a year.
Ye Zhen had thought that no matter how cunning or patient Xuan Sheng was, after nearly half a year without any gains or discoveries, he would surely have left long ago.
But Ye Zhen had never imagined that Xuan Sheng's patience would be so terrifying.
With no discoveries at all, he had actually waited bitterly above the Molten Hell Sea for nearly half a year.
The only explanation was that the Five Sprouts Pomegranate Fruit, that heaven-and-earth spiritual treasure, was ten or even a hundred times more important to the Heaven Temple than Ye Zhen had imagined.
Only that could make Xuan Sheng wait here for nearly half a year despite having no real hope.
Beyond that, what surprised Ye Zhen even more was Xuan Sheng's reaction speed.
In a sense, Ye Zhen's caution had seeped into his bones.
When Ye Zhen had left the underground just now, what emerged first was his Spiritual Sense, attached to the incomparably abundant Fire Spirit Energy here.
Ye Zhen's Spiritual Sense had directly probed nearly thirty li into the sky. Only after confirming that there was nothing unusual at an altitude of fifteen thousand meters did he emerge from underground and leap onto Cloud Winged Tiger King Xiao Mao, intending to leave as