Lin Shuguang sat at home alone, leafing through the books in his hands. He had already learned a great deal about ancient Sanskrit script from Su Lengyue and could now match up almost everything on the ancient recipe for the [Qiankun Pill].
Now he only had to wait for the medicinal ingredients to arrive.
Suddenly, something stirred in Lin Shuguang's mind.
Sima Hengdao was calling him.
A subordinate in the Nirvana Realm really was far more convenient than one in the Body Tempering Realm.
Wang Fugui's cultivation was simply too low at present, leaving him unable to activate Lin Shuguang's mental imprint for the time being. Sima Hengdao was different, however. He could activate the mental imprint with ease, making things very convenient.
Lin Shuguang's figure dissolved on the spot like a bubble.
One breath later.
Lin Shuguang appeared directly in front of Sima Hengdao.
At the sudden appearance of another person in the room, even Sima Hengdao's brows twitched. Lin Shuguang's miraculous methods inevitably stirred another storm in his heart.
This time, he had deliberately intended to test Lin Shuguang, only to discover that even he could not detect how Lin Shuguang had arrived.
"Where are they?" Lin Shuguang's expression was cold.
"They're here." Standing in the dungeon, Sima Hengdao hurried to lead the way. As he looked at Lin Shuguang, their gazes met, and his heart jolted.
It was as though Lin Shuguang had seen every last one of his little schemes, leaving him with no secrets at all.
They headed deeper inside. The dungeon was brightly lit.
The dozen or so iron cages held worshippers of the Evil God. The moment they saw Lin Shuguang and Sima Hengdao approach, they began cursing hysterically, wishing they could summon the Evil God to tear the two men limb from