Qing Province, Ghost Ridge Palace!
Su Jie stood before the great hall at the mountain gate.
In the open ground before the hall was a deep, shadowy pit that led straight into the depths of the earth.
Standing around it were Ghost Ridge Palace's Sect Master Zhang Junwei, Tang Peiqing, Old Daoist Qiu, and the other elders, along with a large number of disciples. Every one of them stared fixedly into the pit.
Su Jie had returned from Qing Province three days ago. After briefly recounting the battle to Zhang Junwei, he had once again thrown himself into ceaseless work for the grand development of Ghost Ridge Palace. The pit before them was Su Jie's handiwork.
Suddenly, a disturbance came from within the pit.
The Thousand-Hand Centipede crawled out of the pit, covered in mud. It shook its body and made two buzzing cries at Su Jie.
A smile appeared on Su Jie's face. He said to Zhang Junwei, "Sect Master, it's done."
"Really? Let me see."
Zhang Junwei hurried to the edge of the pit. Looking down, he saw firefly-like halos of spiritual energy in the passage leading deep underground.
That was what an underground spirit vein looked like after being excavated and exposed to the world.
Su Jie took the Dragon Vein Crystal Fruit from his storage bag and tossed it into the underground pit.
As the Dragon Vein Crystal Fruit continued falling and dropped into the spirit vein—
It was as though the most dazzling divine light between heaven and earth had erupted from underground. Incredibly rich spiritual energy formed five-colored clouds of light, gushing upward like a fountain and spreading in every direction from Ghost Ridge Palace's mountain gate.
Above Ghost Ridge Palace, the illusory image of a true dragon emerged in the sky. Its scales