Inside the hall, atop the high platform's throne!
On Sha Minghong's cold, expressionless face, the corners of his mouth curled slightly into an extremely faint arc of amusement and mockery.
"Heh... interesting."
His low mutter echoed through the empty hall.
"At such a dead end, they still had such an exquisite little contraption hidden away, and did not forget to guard against me.
The Mystic Turtle Clan's caution truly is carved into their bones."
With Sha Minghong's knowledge and cultivation, he had seen through the disk's purpose almost the instant it activated.
"A one-use, ultra-long-distance, targeted Teleportation Array Disk...
It cannot transport living beings, the volume of what it can carry is limited, and it is destroyed after a single use.
Forging such a thing requires a master peerless in both formations and artifacts to pour out painstaking effort, and the materials are even more precious.
It seems this was the backup plan he reserved to ensure the 'safety' of the resource handover.
Did he intend to evade any tracking marks I might have placed, directly transporting the goods here from his clan's secret treasury?"
A trace of understanding flashed through Sha Minghong's eyes, swiftly followed by a hint of disdain.
Before absolute strength, such petty cleverness did nothing but make one a laughingstock.
He slowly closed his eyes and no longer paid attention to the outside world, as though every move made by Wuyang Half-Venerable had already been anticipated and could not stir even the slightest interest in him.
A moment later.
Outside the hall, the miniature formation above the disk floating before Wuyang Half-Venerable suddenly blazed with light, while the transparent crystal at its center began to tremble at high frequency!
Buzz—!
A distinct ripple of spatial fluctuation spread outward, causing even the surrounding seawater to twist faintly.