Yang Qingyun raised his head and gazed into the heavens.
His line of sight seemed to pierce through layer upon layer of empty space at that moment, revealing the shadow of an illusory, ethereal foreign palace hidden deep within the firmament.
Space rippled, light twisted, and wave after wave of ripples spread outward.
The phantom of that palace was like a reflection in water, appearing and disappearing, flickering between light and darkness.
It was almost as though it were an illusion.
But Yang Qingyun knew that it was no illusion.
Because at the instant the Flood Dragon corpse appeared,
he clearly sensed fluctuations coming from that palace.
It seemed that the Flood Dragon corpse was something the palace desperately desired.
Yet it was being restrained by some kind of force,
and the fluctuations produced by its struggles were consequently sensed by Yang Qingyun.
"That place is..."
Yang Qingyun's pupils contracted slightly.
It lay deep within another layer of the Spiritual Realm world.
Separated by endless space,
it was difficult even for his soul to sense and detect.
Over the past few days, Yang Qingyun had not discovered the slightest trace of its existence.
Only when the palace generated fluctuations the instant the Flood Dragon corpse appeared did Yang Qingyun suddenly notice it.
"It really works!"
"That palace may not be the core of this Spiritual Realm world, but it must have an extremely close connection to it!"
Joy filled Yang Qingyun's heart, and his gaze brightened as well.
He had finally found his target!
If he could obtain a large sum of world origin power, he would be able to accelerate his cultivation in the Cave-Heaven Realm.
A great upheaval was about to arrive. Any extra strength was always a good thing.
However, very soon,
Yang Qingyun discovered that although