Buzz, buzz, buzz!
At Long Jiaoyang's residence, phantoms of divine weapons descended like drooping willow branches. As they crisscrossed, they outlined Ye Tiandu's figure.
As the Kunlun Divine Palace's second true disciple, Long Jiaoyang held a lofty position, and his residence lay at the heart of the palace. Yet now, he had been attacked by a mysterious figure and his soul had been damaged. Naturally, the whole palace was shaken.
As the eldest true disciple and a Jie Realm martial artist, Ye Tiandu naturally had to look into the matter.
Go!
With a thought, a chain-shaped weapon flew out from behind him. It was pitch-black and radiated a chilling aura.
This weapon was called the Huaiyin Cord. Its main body was made from a ten-thousand-year-old locust tree, and it could communicate with the netherworld. It was exceptionally effective at investigating certain traces.
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
The Huaiyin Cord suddenly trembled and split into thousands of strands. Countless invisible chains shot out in every direction, crisscrossing as waves of strange rhythms spread around them.
The guards nearby found their vision blurring. They could almost feel that the chains had pierced through the ground into some mysterious realm deep below.
Pfft!
Just then, Ye Tiandu seemed to sense something. He extended his right hand and gave the air a gentle squeeze, then furrowed his brow.
At that moment, a wound had appeared on his index finger, with Sword Qi swirling around it.
"So it was a sword cultivator?"
He stood there, deep in thought for a full quarter of an hour. Then he shook his head. This person had been extremely careful, erasing every trace. No matter how extraordinary Ye Tiandu's methods were, he could no longer find anything.
Tap, tap, tap!
He clasped his hand shut and went into the inner