At that moment, Wang Ping had no mind to investigate the battle in the depths of space, much less concern himself with Central Province's situation. The instant the Sky-Veiling Talisman completed its fusion, his vision suddenly turned hazy.
More precisely, it was not haziness. It was as though his eyes could peer into this world's essence, only to be blocked by a layer of gray mist.
He called out to Yulian, turned into a streak of light, and returned to the stone tower where he rested. The instant he entered, he casually set up an isolating transfer formation around it.
Sensing the change in Wang Ping's aura, Yulian knew that he had surely used this great upheaval in Central Province to fuse the Sky-Veiling Talisman. As Wang Ping entered meditation, her Primordial Spirit vigilantly swept the surroundings, standing guard for him.
Kai Yun nearby also detected something unusual about Wang Ping. He appeared before the main gate of Wang Ping's stone tower and simply sat down cross-legged.
After entering meditation, Wang Ping did not immediately summon the Sky-Veiling Talisman. Instead, he let his Primordial Spirit leave his physical body. It was an instinctive action, as though something in the unseen had decreed that this was what he should do.
The instant his Primordial Spirit left his physical body, golden light appeared at the positions of the eyes on both his body and Primordial Spirit. Yet this time, the golden light did not vanish at once as it had before. Instead, it gathered into a point of light and moved toward the centers of the brows of both his physical body and Primordial Spirit.
The next moment, Wang Ping felt a pain that tore at his heart and split his lungs.
Yes, pain. Ever since Wang Ping had entered the realm,