Above an unnamed island in the southern sea region of Central Continent Star, Wang Ping appeared soundlessly with Yulian. He first raised his head and gazed toward the Yuqing Sect.
"Yue Yang is advancing. Once he succeeds, will you have to cleanse the contamination from Xuanqing's body?" Yulian asked, lying on Wang Ping's shoulder.
Wang Ping nodded. An idea suddenly surfaced in his mind, but he quickly suppressed it. He gently stroked Yulian's little head and descended onto the island.
Then, a speck of emerald light flashed past Wang Ping and sank into the island's depths, vanishing in the blink of an eye. It was a Transfer Talisman Wang Ping had imbued with spirit. Following the Wood Spirit Qi naturally present between Heaven and Earth, it reached the seabed in less than ten breaths.
Through the vision of that Transfer Talisman, Wang Ping's Primordial Spirit Consciousness rapidly sensed every inch of underground soil. Before long, he caught the core of an underground formation. It was still a palace of the Demon Race.
The Transfer Talisman then appeared at the edge of the palace. Wang Ping vanished from the island with Yulian, and when they reappeared, they were already within the underground palace.
The instant Wang Ping appeared, the dense aura of the earth veins pressed in from all around like a tide. Yet with Wang Ping's current cultivation, he could completely ignore such pressure, no longer as bedraggled as before.
Before them remained a stretch of darkness. A faint yellowish-brown glow in the dark traced out the rough shape of the underground space. This space, buried a thousand zhang beneath the earth, had been forcibly propped open by immense Earth Vein power, spanning nearly thirty li in every direction.
At its center stood a palace, rough-hewn yet majestic in design,