Jiang Yuechu's eyes flickered.
There really was such a thing?!
If it truly was a superior soul cultivation technique, wouldn't that mean her Great Black Heaven could reach the Supreme Realm?
She slowly rose to her feet.
The hem of her dark robes slid off the Bone Throne.
"Lead the way."
"Yes!"
Demon Emperor Juechen bowed and turned toward the rear hall.
Jiang Yuechu followed.
When she passed Wang Ziyu, she paused slightly.
She glanced sideways at the little face that had been tense the whole way.
"...Come along."
She said only two words.
Yet compared with the way she had spoken to Demon Emperor Juechen just moments ago, her tone held a faint, almost imperceptible ease.
Wang Ziyu pressed her lips together and said nothing.
A person and a tiger followed behind.
Hu Cuihua crept along on careful paws, afraid to make even the slightest unnecessary sound.
The four figures disappeared into the collapsed passage behind the hall.
Beyond the collapsed passage behind the hall,
a tunnel carved into the rock wall sloped downward, growing deeper with every step.
Night pearls embedded in the walls gave off a dim, icy glow.
Demon Emperor Juechen led the way. The half-collapsed face of his deer head looked especially savage in the cold light.
Yet his expression was utterly deferential.
At every turn or fork, he would step aside in advance and use his broken antler to show Jiang Yuechu the way.
"Senior, the treasury entrance is a hundred paces farther down."
He lowered his voice, as if introducing his own treasured possessions.
"That old... that Elder Tianzhu operated Wanchuan for hundreds of thousands of years. All the wealth he scraped together is down there."
As he spoke,
Demon Emperor Juechen stole a glance back at Jiang Yuechu.
Seeing the girl's