Ten thousand miles outside Divine Stone City.
Deep within an ancient mountain range, deserted for miles around, spiritual energy was scarce and not a bird or beast could be seen. The place was utterly still.
Xiao Yang descended from the sky. After sweeping his divine sense over the area and confirming there were no signs of life within a thousand miles, he finally let out a sigh of relief.
He threw a casual punch at a thousand-foot-tall mountain.
The mountain shattered on impact, revealing a deep cave.
He strolled inside, then pulled several formation flags from his robes and casually waved them.
Several profound formation patterns lit up, instantly cloaking the entire cave entrance. They blended in with the surrounding rocks, completely cutting off every trace of aura from inside and out.
He had learned these Heaven-Deceiving formation patterns from several of his martial uncles at the Supreme Dao Field. Though this was only a simple arrangement, it was more than enough to conceal his whereabouts and prevent those old monsters from the Holy Lands from divining his location.
Only after finishing everything did Xiao Yang sit cross-legged and let out a long breath.
The battle in Divine Stone City had been exhilarating, but it had also taken a tremendous toll on him.
Especially that final sword strike. It had drained nearly seventy percent of the Mana in his body.
Still, the rewards had been immense.
With a thought, two objects appeared before him.
One was the broken sword his father, Xiao Wuji, had left him.
The other was the "Meteorite Iron from Beyond the Heavens" he had just snatched back from the Great Yan Holy Land—the so-called sword pommel!
The two objects floated quietly in midair.
One was dull and lusterless; the other gleamed with a sharp edge. They