Meanwhile, Xia Ping had no idea of the storms raging in the outside world.
After leaving Five-Finger Mountain, he had been evading Ye Mengyao's pursuit. Although Ye Mengyao was exceedingly powerful, Xia Ping used the Formless Mask to alter his appearance and conceal his aura, easily hiding himself without a trace.
He then found a secluded mountain cave and hid within it, entering seclusion. He remained cut off from the world, unaware of all that was happening outside.
"What happened earlier?"
Xia Ping sat cross-legged and closed his eyes to rest his mind. His consciousness immediately sank into the depths of his Primordial Spirit. He had been fleeing Ye Mengyao's pursuit all this time and had not had the chance to properly sort through the gains from this encounter.
Now, at last, he had the time to organize them.
At once, a strange vortex appeared in Xia Ping's left eye, and his Primordial Spirit entered the Underworld God Space in an instant.
Then he saw an old man in the center of the Underworld God Space. At this moment, countless iron chains bound him, nailing him to a cross, leaving him almost completely unable to move.
Xia Ping recognized this old man. It was none other than the Heart Demon Venerable.
Earlier, the Heart Demon Venerable had tried to use a wisp of his Primordial Spirit to possess Xia Ping's body. Yet he had never expected to be completely devoured by Xia Ping's Underworld God's Eye instead, with even that wisp of Primordial Spirit suppressed.
The moment he saw Xia Ping appear, the Heart Demon Venerable became incomparably agitated and shouted, "Foolish human, release this venerable one at once! You have no idea what sort of great lifeform you have offended! Once I break free, it will be the day