Kunlun Ruins

The night on the Gobi Desert of the Kunlun Ruins was deep and silent.

Only the wind whimpered across the vast wilderness, whipping up fine grains of sand that pattered against the metal skin of the off-road vehicles with a monotonous rustling sound.

Zhou Qing and Long Aotian sat several meters apart, each cross-legged behind a sand dune that blocked the wind. They looked as if they were regulating their breathing, but in truth, neither of them was calm.

Zhou Qing silently circulated the Spirit Tempering Art.

This method from the Immortal Emperor was indeed wondrous. His Yin Spirit was like it had been cast into an invisible furnace and tempered again and again.

Impurities were stripped away thread by thread, the core becoming more condensed and pure, while his sensitivity to the thin spiritual energy between heaven and earth also seemed to sharpen by half a degree.

But what weighed more heavily in his heart was a leaden realization.

The terror of time reversal, Long Aotian's unfathomable methods, and his evaluation of the Yuqing Immortal Method were all telling him silently.

This existence before him was probably even more ancient and terrifying than he had imagined.

And he himself seemed to have unknowingly been drawn into a game of chess far beyond imagination.

That beggar, Cloud Daoist, who had given him the Yuqing Immortal Method—had he truly only been passing by by chance?

Long Aotian likewise had his eyes closed. The Immortal Emperor remnant soul was using a method far beyond this world's comprehension to analyze the information obtained from the Yuqing Immortal Method, compare it against his own vast, ocean-like memories, and deduce from it.

"An orthodox lineage of Yuqing, one of the sources of the Daoist sects. Though foundational, its principles are pure and faintly point toward