The furious roar cut off abruptly.
Bang!
The Primal Chaos Martial Saint's body exploded.
It became a cloud of blood mist.
The eerie formation patterns devoured every last trace.
A supreme expert of the Lower Realm, mighty in his time.
Just like that, he died, and his Dao perished.
No one cared whether an ant lived or died.
Sage Xuanji closed his eyes.
The formation disk in his hand spun furiously.
With the Primal Chaos Martial Saint's bloodline essence and soul imprint as his guide.
His Spiritual Sense followed the unseen threads of karma.
It pierced the void with overwhelming force, penetrating layer upon layer of barriers between realms.
Several dozen breaths later.
Sage Xuanji abruptly opened his eyes and exhaled a long breath of stale air.
A trace of delight appeared on his aged face.
He rose.
He looked toward Li Xinge.
"My lord, the Lower Realm's coordinates have been locked. We can activate the teleportation at any time."
Satisfaction appeared in Li Xinge's eyes.
He nodded slightly.
"Thank you for your efforts, fellow Daoist Xuanji."
He turned around.
His deep, imposing gaze fell upon the ten prodigies behind him, who stood ready, their hearts uneasy.
Under the King of Chu's gaze.
The ten prodigies straightened their backs in unison, their expressions solemn.
"Though the Lower Realm is a savage land, its Heavenly Dao incomplete and its experts few."
"Even a lion uses its full strength to hunt a rabbit."
"On this journey, you must investigate the Lower Realm and gather its fortunes."
"When you return, I... will reward you well."
As his words fell.
The ten prodigies bowed in unison.
"We shall obey your decree, Your Highness."
Li Xinge swept his wide sleeve.
"Go."
The ten rose and walked toward the center of the formation.
Among them, Zhou