After a thorough search failed to turn up Qin Guan, no one was willing to give up. They believed Qin Guan had to still be hiding within this Small World.
He must have used some treasure to evade Divine Illumination's search.
Zhi Ming was unwilling to give up as well. He decided to turn the Confucian Sect's former stronghold, now transformed into a Small World, upside down.
Zhi Ming focused his mind, and another divine gleam condensed at his fingertips, transforming into countless threads of light that pierced into that world.
Starting from the edges, they dissected the mountains, rivers, and dense forests one by one for inspection, like dismantling a precision instrument.
Inside the main hall, everyone held their breath. Countless divine senses entered the Small World as well, joining Zhi Ming in the search for Qin Guan.
Time ticked by. Though the world before them was small, it contained a universe within; spanning tens of thousands of miles, it demanded an enormous toll on their minds.
After a full two hours, Zhi Ming and the others had finally turned that Small World upside down.
They did not even spare the ants on the ground or the mice in their burrows. Yet the result still left them bitterly disappointed—not even a single hair of Qin Guan's was found.
A deathly silence filled the main hall, and everyone's expressions looked as foul as if they had eaten shit.
They had been certain of victory, willing to completely fall out with the Confucian Sect. They had even used the Godslaying Decree and uprooted the entire Mysterious Thunder Mountain Range, only to end up without even catching a glimpse of Qin Guan's shadow.
If word of this got out, the Mandate Temple would be laughed at until the world's teeth fell out.