Foundation Establishment Opportunity

Night deepened, and the three continued forward through the dense forest. Using a secret technique, Qingshi Fulin detected that no other creatures were lurking ahead, then led Zhang Yantang and Dong E'qing straight over.

Whenever they arrived somewhere, Qingshi Fulin would always make the first move, doing his best to avoid people from other factions, as well as troublesome things like Ghost Spirits.

Only when they ventured deep into underground ruins did he unleash a full assault, swiftly collecting the treasures inside.

Even with such experiences, Zhang Yantang never had a chance to act. Still, he gained plenty of practical experience and learned many hard lessons.

He did not know what those ancients had been thinking. Back when they had been on the battlefield and knew their lives were nearing their ends, why had they gone to such lengths to set up so many mechanisms and traps inside their own tombs? What use was there in that?

If they wanted to prevent later generations from disturbing them, they should have simply struck down anyone who came afterward and scared them off. Yet they had deliberately left behind so many glimmers of hope and paths of survival.

Whenever fighting was required, Qingshi Fulin took action. Whenever deduction and calculation were needed, Dong E'qing handled it all.

Zhang Yantang did not know what Dong E'qing had experienced before coming here, so he did not find anything particularly strange or unusual about her. He assumed she had always been such an exceptionally gifted person.

Before the original Dong E'qing had even noticed anything amiss, her body, mind, and soul had already been quietly remade from beginning to end, molded into the form someone had envisioned as perfect.

The ideal Dao companion, the finest support, the most devoted guardian and companion. Someone destined to