The next moment.
A flash of delight flickered through Cheng Buzheng's eyes.
That was right.
He had clearly caught several extremely faint "imprints," so faint they had nearly blended into the surrounding shattered rocks and the chaotic Spirit Energy of the earth veins.
Yet they carried an extraordinarily obscure, ancient fluctuation.
These few "imprints" were highly unusual.
They had not been left directly by any living being. Rather, they seemed like extremely indirect "environmental imprints" left behind after the surroundings had long been steeped in a certain high-concentration, high-grade type of Spirit Energy or substance, or shrouded for a long time by some powerful sealing or concealment formation.
Moreover, the aura structure of these imprints differed somewhat from the "clear, ethereal immortal aura" found in the mainstream cultivation arts of the Ten Thousand Immortals Sect.
They were more restrained and weighty, carrying an "ancient air" tempered by the passage of countless years, as well as a trace of...
an elusive, obscure fluctuation.
Having noticed this anomaly, brilliance burst from Cheng Buzheng's eyes!
Without hesitation, profound Spirit Light emerged around him. His entire body seemed to lose all substance as he plunged directly into the thick debris of glazed stone and metal below, rapidly diving toward the source of those imprints.
Not long afterward.
A streak of flowing light shot out from several hundred zhang beneath the ground and landed on the surface. As its radiance faded, Cheng Buzheng's figure was revealed.
At this moment, the gravity and contemplation that had lingered on his face all along had vanished.
In their place was an icy sneer tinged with mockery.
He slowly raised his right hand, palm facing upward.
Several nearly transparent phantom "ribbons," each differing in color, thickness, and fluctuation, floated silently in the air an inch above his palm.
These