"Won't you look into his past?"
Yulian suddenly asked.
Wang Ping shook his head. "He has already attained the True Lord fruition. To see his past clearly, I would need to spend at least several hundred years peeling away the Heavenly Secrets he has concealed. Besides, I can guess his past below the Fourth Realm."
A flicker of regret passed through Yulian. What she regretted was losing another piece of material for a story.
"What should we do now?"
Yulian asked again.
At this moment, Wang Ping's gaze pierced through layer upon layer of space, watching the flow of the Earth Vein Rules.
The Earth Vein power in this starry sky was like countless interwoven zither strings, each containing the rhythm of the earth. They extended from the Earth Spirit core within True Monarch Diwen, passed through the crust of Central Continent Star, then spread into the void, weaving a great net that covered the entire starfield. Earth-yellow spiritual energy flowed between its meshes, gentle as streams at times and violent as raging waves at others.
Near the Duantian Mountain Range, the Earth Veins flowed with particular intensity. The suppressing formations arranged by the Earth Cave Sect formed one pitch-black node after another, driven deep into the Earth Vein network like nails. Around these nodes, the earth-yellow spiritual energy was forcibly twisted into unnatural whirlpools.
Just as Wang Ping had deduced, the more the formations suppressed the Earth Vein power, the fiercer the backlash became. The originally calm Spiritual Light periodically jolted with violent tremors, piling thick barriers of energy around the nodes.
Cultivators attempting to advance stood at precisely such a perilous point of balance. They had to break through at the instant the formations reached their utmost suppression. At that time, the Earth Vein power would briefly stagnate,