"Please forgive us, senior. Intelligence on an ancient existence like Heavenly Venerable is not something we are qualified to decide on," Black Wuchang said.
Chen Mobai frowned slightly when he heard this.
He had finally made up his mind to deal with Wuchang Abbey, but he had not expected his very first business transaction to go so poorly.
"Is there anyone on Eastern Continent who can make the decision?" But since he had already used the Wuchang Talisman today, he certainly could not waste it, so Chen Mobai continued to ask.
"Please wait a moment, senior. We will report this to our superiors."
As Black Wuchang spoke, he stretched out his hand and pressed palms with White Wuchang beside him. Then Chen Mobai sensed the surrounding void twisting, as if a strange force, through Great Dao rules he did not understand, had circulated to some distant place.
Is this the inheritance of Wuchang Abbey?
Curiosity appeared on Chen Mobai's face. Thanks to his attainments in the Void Great Dao, he could vaguely sense that this was borrowing the power of the Underworld.
The world of the living and the Underworld were separated by void barriers. Some of these barriers were thick, and some were thin.
And those thin places, through a convergence of chance and opportunity, could be opened up. They were the so-called Yellow Springs Roads.
Here in the Eastern Wasteland, perhaps because Heavenly Venerable had once been here, many of the void barriers between the world of the living and the Underworld were nearly nonexistent.
For example, back then, Ancestor Hunyuan had encountered a powerful ghost cultivator while exploring a Yellow Springs Road. Although he had barely escaped and sealed the Yellow Springs Road, he had still suffered serious injuries and passed away.
Then, thinking again of the