The Four-Shock Rakshasa Staff had been brought out of the Dream World. Ye Tian swung it freely for a while, and a heavy, imposing martial aura swept over him.
Though Ye Tian had been trapped in the Dream World for a long time, only a few scant minutes had passed in reality.
After resting briefly, Ye Tian headed toward the city. One week remained; he had to obtain the Pure Relic within that week.
In the blink of an eye, a pale fish-belly white brushed across the horizon, and Ye Tian arrived in the city as well.
"Presumably, Qiao Qian has yet to get any news." Ye Tian pondered, then shook his head. He could not rely on a single subordinate to gather information. Since time was still abundant, he began investigating personally.
Yet after asking all along the way, he found that No One knew the layout beneath Pangzhou, let alone its core region. Most people knew only one thing: Pangzhou's underground development had been handled well.
A day passed swiftly. Ye Tian still found nothing. But just as boredom gnawed at him and he was about to investigate another city, a familiar aura rose from underground.
It was the aura of the Pure Relic. Ye Tian's gaze narrowed slightly as he noticed the spot beneath his feet. At that moment, the Pure Relic's aura was still intermittently resonating with him.
This was an unexpected gain. This place was a patch of wasteland, where Ye Tian could act without restraint. Soon, the ground was overturned, revealing its true face below.
A structure built from black metal stood there. No matter what methods Ye Tian used, the black metal showed not the slightest reaction.
What was even more astonishing was that not a single structure here connected to it.
That