The Saint Emperor's True Body Imprisoned by the Seal, the Fifth Ancestor's Heir Moved by Emotion

"This way!"

"Down, keep going down."

"Almost there, it should be roughly in this direction... right?"

The Frostsky Weasel watched the boundless darkness within the Apricot Realm and kept giving directions, though uncertainty had seeped into its voice.

Its escape art was formidable, but its sense of direction was clearly not.

Moreover, it could not leave itself, while the scene Master Shou had fed into the Apricot Realm was pitch-black, with no major differences visible anywhere.

Finding the Qilin relied entirely on feeling! In his Vanishing Art state, Xu Xiaoshou did not linger atop the Tower Orb. Using it as his starting point, he continued escaping deeper underground.

The mission came first.

He had no idea how deep he had gone. Whenever Frost Lord called for him to stop, he would pause and begin using Perception.

Yet he did not sense even the slightest trace of the Saint Emperor Qilin.

"Back then, I was merely passing by when my consciousness touched something like a 'wave'—or perhaps a 'ripple.'"

"Out of curiosity, I sensed it. After that, I never dared be curious again. Luckily, it ignored me back then, or I would have died."

"Master Shou, perhaps you need to use your consciousness..."

The Frostsky Weasel had transformed into a White Weasel. Before the spatial screen in the Apricot Realm, it rubbed its tiny paws together nervously.

If Master Shou cannot find the Qilin, he will not blame me, will he? Xu Xiaoshou stopped in the underground location most likely to come into contact with the Qilin and pondered for a moment before suddenly raising his eyes upward.

He had deciphered Yu Zhiwen's star chart before, so he naturally knew that at such a depth underground, he had long surpassed its detection range.

He canceled his Vanishing Art.

Inside the Apricot