One day!
Two days!
Three days!
Cheng Buzheng still found no trace of Venerable Guanping, as though the other party had truly left.
However.
That was indeed the case.
Immediately afterward.
Cheng Buzheng, hidden within a spatial interstice, swept his gaze in every direction.
Only then.
Did he confirm that Venerable Guanping had truly departed.
At that moment.
Cheng Buzheng finally put his mind completely at ease. Without hesitation, he directly summoned a low-grade Soul Puppet.
As Spirit Light flickered.
A figure appeared out of thin air, then flew toward the Thunder Abyss, whose momentum was vast and imposing, yet carried an incomparably dangerous aura.
However.
Before long.
The Soul Puppet that had entered the Thunder Abyss was struck by a bolt of lightning that suddenly appeared.
Its fate went without saying.
Not even dregs remained!
Afterward.
Cheng Buzheng successively summoned more than a dozen low-grade Soul Puppets, all with the same result.
Either they were struck by randomly crashing lightning bolts?
Or they were shredded by thundercloud storms that churned the void?
Without a single exception.
As one Soul Puppet after another was scrapped, the faint fiery anticipation Cheng Buzheng had felt after Venerable Guanping's departure seemed to have a basin of cold water poured over it...
Ice-cold, through and through!
Still, Cheng Buzheng did not choose to stop.
He summoned another low-grade Soul Puppet.
This time, his luck seemed fairly good. It encountered no mishaps and arrived smoothly at the depths of the Thunder Abyss's outer layer.
In other words, it had reached the stretch of road where the Soul Puppet Cheng Buzheng had previously possessed had encountered Venerable Guanping.
It was not far from the middle layer of the Thunder Abyss!
It was as though his bad luck had ended there.
And that was more or less